She stood there and waited, as the belt came loose. Thezip of her jeans was pushed down and Segundus pushedhis hand inside seeking out and finding sof... warm wetloins.The collective gasp of the watching Africans broughtVicky’s attention back to the other African men. Shelooked around them, even as she squirmed in response toexploring fingers between her legs.Expressions of lust and desire on their faces increasedher own excitement. There seemed to be nine men in theroom, nine black men. "He told me all about your history, but I'd like to hear it from you. I've never heard anything quite like it."I smiled, watching them. He was forty two and she was forty-six, but they acted like teenagers around each other. I wished the best for them.I was dancing with the bride when I saw her. I just stopped moving. Anna looked up in confusion, and followed my gaze. I was trying to get loose but she had a death grip on my arm."Calm down. Please don't ruin my wedding."I exhaled loudly, trying. Between his own legs was the wonderful feel of her hand guiding the turgid tip of his cock into the pouted lips of her pussy. The sensation was fantastic, familiar, but exciting, like a homecoming. The fantastic sensation increased tenfold as her hips twitched and her cunt swallowed his glans in the outer lips of her labia. It was his turn to moan as he lay there motionless, feeling his stepmother tremble and quiver in anticipation of what would transpire next.It would have been enough to just. I couldn’t believe I was brushing off her advances, fearing it would ruin us if Donna found out.I remembered Capt. McKinnon’s words about getting out together socially and asking Donna if she wanted to go to the Mess on Friday night, she eagerly agreed. My madness at her was tempered with more signs of affection and we were relieved to be in each other’s embrace again. I still planned on getting my revenge and would soon put it into action.Friday night arrived, and I waited in the living room.