"I took his hand as we entered the store. We walkedaround looking at all the shoes. I could see that thiswas a dream come true for him, being able to ...dmireshoes in a store and not having to hide it or besneaky about it. I found a pair of pink pumps withround toes and hourglass heels, about three incheshigh. When I showed them to him, he was very excited.I picked a couple of nylon footies out the box at theend of the aisle. I had to explain to him that he hadto take his socks off and put the. What a site seeing his balls touching her pussy lips that were stretched as wide as they had ever been. We all lay in bed totally spent. I must have passed out because I woke up a little later to the bed shaking again. My lovely wife was riding Lasalle like a bucking bronco. Man he had stamina and I couldn’t believe how much lust my wife had. I just watched in awe as she rode to multiple orgasms while she rubbed her clit hard. "You like fucking her Lasalle? Isn’t she as hot as I said she was? I. Oh fuck, she would put them somewhere else.A thick drop of pre-cum oozed from my cock and soaked right into the fabric of my underwear. It had been years since I’d been this keyed up.Her: I trail kisses down your neck, your shoulder, your chest and your stomach.My muscles jumped under my skin wherever she made her magical, ghostly contact. My increasingly sweaty grip on my phone made the casing creak a little under the pressure.Her: I kneel in front of you and massage your thighs with my. Was the reason that she couldn’t decide to meet her Daddy was because he was Black?! She was horrified to think that maybe she was a racist like her Tricia’s father. But she had let a white guy rape her and didn’t tell. Would she have told the police if a Black guy raped her? Was she reluctant to meet her Daddy because she was white and had a racist fear of Black men. Then she thought about what she had been taught in school about slavery and the requirement for white people like her to pay.