My erection. She was saying something. She wanted something. She wanted me. She wanted me inside her.It was oh, so sweet. She had guided me into her (...omehow she knew how), and our gentle rocking as we lay side by side both comforted and excited us. We were doing something terribly forbidden, and yet it felt so right. It was a profound expression of our love. And, we could get in terribly serious trouble if we were caught."Oh, my gosh! You could have gotten her pregnant! Not to mention.... I never sucked cock before and hesitated. I was not sure about this. He said I was acting so good being like a girl that he wanted me to go a little further. He said my ass made him so horny. He then told me being a little kinky and pretending to be a girl and pleasing a man sexually does not make me gay. He said that this would be very kinky and fun both of us. I opened my lips and tasted my first cock. It felt so different. I never expected it to feel the way it did. It was hard but soft. It. Their skirts had ridden up and we could see their stockings and their both shaved mounds. A couple young guys were sitting on the carpet in front of them, staring at our sexy wives’ exposed cunts…I suddenly felt very relaxed, as I saw the girls whispering in each other ears. Leyla then leaned over my wife and they kissed deeply.As they kissed, both opened their legs wider, while the two guys smiled in satisfaction, as they stared directly into both ladies’ crotches.They both moved forward and. The woman at the coffee shop always gave me the freshest and biggest doughnuts and, best of all, she allowed me to run my naughty fingers up under her apron to investigate the fit of her undies underneath. Her name was Donna and she had a backside that was always jutting out like a black girl’s ass from Harlem. I felt reasonably certain she didn’t have any black blood in her, but it wouldn’t make any difference to me because her skin was so clean and soft that I would have licked and kissed her.