Pandora’s box was open and I couldn’t get it shut again. I sat there, drinking champagne and watched. XXX . I was a pretty happy guy that day – until I got home that night and Wanda told me she hoped I’d enjoyed my birthday as much as she had. He arrived a little early, bringing with him a couple bottles of mid-priced champagne (which was a nice touch, I thought) He didn’t waste any time; I noticed how he grabbed Wanda’s ass when he kissed her hello. More precisely, I wanted to watch a big black cock disappear into her cunt over and over again real damn hard.
