To tease me even further my wife wasn't wearing any underwear; she had her slightly exposed freshly shaved labia and ass. I wanted to lick and suck he...; but she smiled, telling me she had dressed for her black lover, not for me…Moments later there was a knocking on the door. I opened the door to let him in. The black bastard barely looked at me.He fucked Ana in front of me; enjoying her sexy body in all possible positions. She even begged him to take her asshole; but Jerome said that he was in. She’d been blowing him for several minutes in the stairwell now, but she’d simply lost track of everything as her mind had raced through a powerful storm of memories. Her brow wrinkled involuntarily again as her thoughts skipped back to what she’d been so deep in concentration over. That day with Austin and Rebecca and Michelle and everything else. The emotional gut punches she had received from Rebecca had been severe, and the feelings of shame and guilt she’d had over Michelle and Austin had. He has no idea, but I believe the ghost was very much present and in control of Christine the night she and Monsieur Destler met. I believe only the presence of her Angel banished the ghost from her that night. And, ever since her young man asked her to marry him, the haunted look that was forever in her is gone from her eyes. I only hope that it remains gone, but I fear that is a foolish wish. The child is broken in two and it is only a matter of time or circumstance that will allow the Opera. So marriage was over and the first night came.At that night my cousin was in the bedroom waiting for her hubby (to get her pussy tear a part). Her hubby came and sat on bed. He chatted for some time then kissed her on lips. It was my cousin first kiss. Then he slowly started to remove her clothes. Now she was on bra and panty. He removed both bra and panty. Then he took out his clothes and my cousin sister was laying on bed. She saw his cock but it was small. She did not said any thing as she.