Chapter Sixteen
“…What is it, sweetheart?” Corinne’s voice penetrated he/she’s thoughts, bringing he/her back to the moment; the older man’s wife he/she had just f****d to numerous orgasms missing the small frown of resentment for the recall that flitted across the youthful, if undeniably simian, features before they arranged themselves into a smile.
“I told you, Corinne: it’s nothing.”
“The big boy in my hand doesn’t seem to agree,” she contradicted, lifting the huge dong up and away from the denuded scrotum that made it seem all the more massive and allowing it to flop onto his thigh. “He’s normally a lot bigger by now… Come on, Mariah. Tell Corinne. We’re friends as well as lovers too you know?”
Even as the insatiable white wife pressed him/her on the subject of what was so troublin
