But just let me put on a r…’ She took a step and then stopped. ‘Wait? You thought I was Jessie?’ Barb exclaimed. ‘Uh… yeah,’ I replied. ...��This was actually Jessie’s,’ Barb looked down at her bikini and explained sheepishly. ‘She bought it in Florida a couple of years ago. When I saw it, I told her no way in hell and I took it away from her. I found it last night and I only put it on to see if it would fit and it felt kind of sexy. Silly at my age I know. But I can’t believe it actually fits me.’. ' i knew what was coming. oh god no. please no. and yet i couldn't stop. i wanted to. but instead i hesitated for a split second before i plunged the strapon into my mouth, wetting it with my saliva, feeling the hardness that i knew would soon take away whatever was left of my manhood.'yes, boy, that's right. mmmm... you like that, don't you, you disgusting slut?' i couldn't help myself; i was so humiliated. i could hardly believe what was happening. She slapped me in the face and the dildo. I reached over with my other hand and thrust it down her bodice and squeezed and fondled her breast through her bra.After a very short time her cunt was all wet and she had spread her thighs to allow me better access. The car was starting to smell like the bedroom had last night and I knew that I could fuck her again if I wanted. I let go of her tit and reached into my pocket and pulled out her nickers, I took a deep sniff of them and then shifted them to my other hand and proceeded to rub her. Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come.