They were on my wife like a pack of starved hyenas. Their hand roamed all over her breasts and up into her pussy. Their lips kissed and sucked every inch of her skin they could find. Their bodies moved in against hers, thrusting and pushing for first contact. And although she tried to push them away, once her hands found a huge slab of dark meat, hard and dripping excitement to enter her body, she smiled as they enveloped her. Another black man slowly, but firmly pushed me out the door, assuring me that she would be all right and would be home in the morning. As I watched her body go down with the men still clinging to her, I was out the door, it slammed and locked. I heard one muffed cry of her voice, then nothing!
That was Friday night. She still hasn’t been home…
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Bad etiquette here. She or the bulls owe you news of what’s going on. With reassurance, you can grant time extensions. Don’t let this communication breakdown happen again.
My thoughts exactly. Kind of a bullshit move on their part.