I made a big show of saying that my tired old back was aching and that I needed help from “two strong boys” to help bring in the items from the fr...nt porch to be placed under the tree.By now, Mommy was in tears, and was hugging my wife tightly. One of the boys looked outside and asked; “Hey! Where are the reindeer?” I laughed and answered that because there was no snow on the ground (we were in the South), I couldn’t bring my sleigh. BUT, you will notice that Santa has a big red station wagon!. We would go to an occasional swap party on the weekends and once in a while I would do one of my bar regulars, but basically we were monogamous and I was starting to enjoy the straight life. I was even starting to like Sandy's youngest daughter; Jennifer, she was a math whiz, graduated from high school at 14, college at 16 had a master's in applied something or other that I sure didn't know how to pronounce, and was working at some advanced math lab while doing her PHD. I've since found out. I told the guitarist, "I want you to cum all over that pussy!"My second black stud then yelled and I watched him unload jet after jet of cum like a fountain all over my panty covered pussy, coating the insides of my thighs right at my panty line and tummy area. He yelled out each time he jetted onto me; there must have been seven of those thick squirts before it finally slowed down. I came again with a loud scream as I felt the hot stuff covering me. There was so much black man's cum all over. Strange. Darker too. It must have been his imagination, or a trick of the light his Kindred eyes were picking up.No, it was probably the depressing thoughts running through his mind by entering his old home that was doing the trick. It was the home he’d left behind, the home where he left two women shattered and depressed. Fuck him, he could practically feel the misery permeating the walls, made worse by his memories, when he spied on his mom and sister through the windows. Dad dead, him.