Let's just say that I was hell-bent on anal hopefully giving Sally her comeuppance for everything that she had put me through (emotionally) the night before in that hotel room, with Henry witnessing everything. As for Henry--that wonderful example of a refined, bisexual black man--he had left the hotel room earlier that morning, promising me that he would return later this evening for a second go-round with me and Sally, if that gay was what I wanted him to do. And I had told him that I didn't need "his services" tonight, but that I still wanted him to keep in touch with me. And then I had let Sally sleep in for the rest of the day, and had snuck out, telling her that I was going to get some late lunch for both of us, and bring it back to our hotel room. Of course, I had "other plans" in mind as I getting ready to make a beeline for Jerry's apartment. But I had blowjob one last thing to do, before I could leave that hotel room. I needed to find out exactly where Sally's Uncle Jerry lived. So as my wife was drifting off to sleep, I secretly took her cell phone out of her purse, quickly dropped it into my pocket, and then headed out to the car. Once I was sitting in the car, I scoured Sally's cell phone for Uncle Jerry's address, bear and easily found it in her contacts list. I also looked for and found all those texted photos of Jerry's erect penis; the ones that Sally had already showed me the night before. But as I took a quick look-see through the email box on Sally's cell phone, I discovered some unexpected and shocking information that I was more than happy to put to use as further "ammunition" against Jerry, once I had arrived at his apartment for my much-needed confrontation with him, in regards to the whole "secretly fucking my wife" thing. As I sat down at the kitchen table, and began sizing up my "opponent", I have to admit that I was totally unimpressed by the man that I saw in front of me. Sally's Uncle Jerry was definitely nothing to write home about. In fact, I found it hard to believe that my wife was head-over-heels "in lust" about having sex with him. Uncle Jerry was either in his late 40's, or his early-to-mid 50's. It was kind of hard to tell, because he had gone prematurely bald on top, leaving only a broken ring of silver-whitish hair around the perimeter of his large head. He was also at least 50 pounds overweight, or maybe even 60. And he had such a large protruding beer-belly on him, that I doubt he could look down and actually see his own erect penis, when he was in a standing position. Add to that the double chin, along with the bulbous pock-marked nose, and the acne-scarred cheeks; and that should give you a pretty good idea about big what Jerry looked like. And while I was sitting there in that small kitchen and talking to Jerry, I continued to ask myself over and over again, Why on earth would Sally pick this man to possibly to be the father of her next child? After Jerry and I had chit-chatted for a little while, I finally felt it was time for me to "get out the big guns". In this case, that meant pulling Sally's cell phone out of my pocket, and showing Jerry some very damning photos on it. "Last night, my wife showed me these pictures of your dick. You know? The ones you sexted to her..." "Hey, don't get mad at me . She asked me for 'em," Sally's Uncle Jerry said, very defensively. "She did?" "Yeah. She did," Jerry replied matter-of-factly. "And so I got myself hard, and then took 'em, and sent 'em to her, just like she asked me to." "Well, I'm not mad at you, Jerry. I'm envious. That's one hell of a nice dick you've got!" I automatically complimented him, and then immediately thought to myself, Did I really just say that? What the fuck are you doing, Carl? Confront the son of a bitch! Don't compliment him. "You really think so?" "Yeah," I admitted, initially meaning it as an off-hand remark, but then realizing--to my own dismay--that I was actually being totally truthful with Carl regarding my feelings about his super-sexy, unique-looking penis. "Your panty drawer, why is it that women always secret them in the panty drawer along with pads or tampons, scents for the lower bear body, whatever, that's where the toys reside; Jada knows." “I think maybe we’ve seen enough for today, don’t you? “So, does anyone know what an erogenous zone is?” He asked. “Mmm, I love a cock gay fresh from a girl's ass,” she purred and then licked the tip of my cock when it emerged from between my breasts. It blowjob was pay day and I got my package: “Mum won’t be back for a couple more hours,” I said as I got in the car. "You're gonna get this so fucking hard." I took a long deep breath and did another slow ten-count. But I am worried about what I saw on the cameras you set up at your work. "What took you so long?" I glanced at the clock. "Hello Master. The beginning of the third day Norman knocked on Dempsy's door. I stripped off, put my towel around my waist and went to the showers. “Did she go further?” Tali asked innocently. I noticed she had helped herself to a glass of wine as well. Thea nodded her head, her chocolate-brown breasts quivering. She had gotten jealous when Sonja joined us, but after convincing her that I loved her no less than before, she learned to welcome more members in our family. big Ruri's hand shot out, returning the favor. “No, it’s okay, my boyfriend wouldn’t approve. “Ooh, just lick me. Mmm, make me cum!” I confessed to myself that part of me had enjoyed it; and I’d never had so many orgasms whilst out jogging. Ivy’s head swam at the prospect. I wanted the world to see what was going on so that we wouldn’t just be snatched up and swept under the rug. I screamed out to the guys that they needed to get Kayleigh’s ass down here. Once we finished eating, we stopped by a convenience store and picked up a few mixers. Sarah heard a short silence and then she thought a soft moan. To know I was helping anal my daughter out by letting her do this to me. Her nipples caressed my stomach.