Shower here again if you want,” Donna said. “Both of you.”“Thank you,” I said, “but I don’t have any more clean clothes with me and I ne...d to get ready to practice with Cindy.”“Cindy?”“Yes. You remember her. She’s the flute player I did duets with. She’s sent me text messages every day since my Sunday performance this week, asking to play some of the Renaissance music with me. We’re going to see if we can put together a program.”“Oh, yes. Is ... um ... Cindy part of your pod?”“Oh, God, no!” I. Earlier I’d received a text from Frank asking if it was alright if he popped round with Bill later that night. I agreed of course, but was so busy I subsequently forgot all about it.It was just after 7pm when I got home, as I walked in I could hear noise from the living room and guessed that Chloe was watching a porno.I walked to the living room but stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the door.Chloe was on the sofa wearing a pair of red stocking and a garter belt- both mine and a pair of. He made my wife turn and she bent over the sink marble table. He then pushed down her back with his strong hand and entered again from behind, making Ana whimper and jump over the intrusion…My sensual babe groaned and moaned loud, keeping that black cock pumping her womb…I saw a stream of her own juices running down her toned legs.After pumping Ana’s cunt for another ten minutes, the black man arched back his muscled body and grunted loud, announcing he was filling my sweet wife’s womb with his. Her skin was perfect. Not extremely tan, but definitely not white either. There was a slight glow in the skin that comprised the area. The last time he saw her there wasn't much to see if she had three buttons undone. Now however, this area had officially graduated to become "cleavage". Firstly, it could be referred to that way simply because of how far her skin traveled before the first closed button. But more importantly, this definitely was her cleavage because it was beautifully centered.