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We invited him to dinner, knowing full well what his deepest, darkest desire was. He knew that he would be having dinner with our family, but he was unaware that his wife had already made it back into town, and had brought a guest along with her. All through dinner, no one told him a thing, though my girls did their level best to make sure he would be nice and rock-hard for his surprise. When he went to stand, the chair started up with him, and I apologized, pretending that we’d just lacquered them, and I hadn’t realized it hadn’t completely dried yet. His pants were torn to shreds by the superglue when he finally managed to stand up, so we suggested he take them off and use my husband’s bathrobe to get home in. No sooner had he walked into our bedroom than my 2 boys grabbed him from either side of the door. There, on the bed, his wife was getting plowed hard and deep by her black lover. He was so big, her pussy was visibly suctioning to it with every outward thrust. If hubby hadn’t been hard before, he certainly was now. His jaw was slack, even as his cock strained and throbbed inside his undies. I couldn’t let his cock suffer in those undies anymore, so I cut them off him, and he never even noticed. But, he surely did notice when my youngest girl walked right up to him and started sucking and licking all over it. She told him that his was very small compared to daddy’s and her brothers’ dicks, and that it was perfect for her to practice on. She was positively gleeful about how tiny his cock was, and when he exploded, she showed genuine surprise that he had so much cum in that little thing. Oh, I love my darling!

Polly

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