Even before she and I were married, I already knew that Mara wasn't inclined to have yet another Caucasian baby. There were already more than enough o... them in the world; which, in one way, was part of the perpetual problem of racism. So, the day Mara and I were married, I knew, even as we exchanged our vows, that none of the c***dren that would one day live under our roof were going to be 'mine', in the biological sense, but that of a strong African male. In fact, I knew that Mara was. I swear that the entire time she kept staring at my cock. Her stare had begun to get semi-hard.Her body was so hot she was very blonde and was extremely tan. Every time I see one of those hot soccer moms in the grocery store I think of her. Her tits were to solid mounds; they sagged slightly, but were awesome for someone her age. Her stomach was slightly wrinkled from bearing Mike and Erica, but it was remarkably trim and toned. I could definitely see the muscles of her stomach without effort.. He over heard her mention a hiking trip to a colleague in the lunch room and joined in. They discussed some trails that they had done in common and some of those they each had in mind for the future. ‘There’s this one spot you’d love.’ He said ‘What do you have planned for next Sunday?’ This invitation was out of character for him. He usually had a much harder time approaching a woman as good looking as she was but the words were out. ‘If the weather is going to be good I’d love to join you.’. My hands slipped from playing with her beautiful tits across her flat tummy to her hairless mound where my fingers teased her slick pussy lips.“I love you baby” I whispered in her ear when she started to wake in the early morning gloom of her bedroom.“I love you too stud” she responded with her hand reaching back to grab at my ass, pulling me closer to her. She lingered there for a few more moments before she rolled over to face me, pressing her large round tits into my chest. Her hand snaked.