Cuckold in the Making   Sam knew this routine: straddle the
girl, usually across her butt, while you slathered her back with
oil. A particularly talented man could give her a massage while
at it, and surreptitiously use application motions that would
ensure brushing his fingertips across some tit flesh.  Sam
watched as Rupertt took ten minutes to slather up his wife. In
the process, the black man would occasionally lean forward to
say something in her ear, and each time, she'd smile that
innocent grin of hers. No doubt, it was from the combination of
what he said plus the press of his big dick right up the crack
of her ass. Virgin territory, that hole was for Sam. But somehow
he knew Rupertt could find his way in there. Only two thin cloth
wraps were preventing it from actually happening right now, and
Rupertt was leaning in again, giving her shoulders more focused
attention. Her smile widened in response.  Dig it into her,
Rupertt. Make her hunger for black cock in every hole. Now THAT
would be a total conve