“What? You are.”“You don’t have to say that just because,” She felt angry with him all of a sudden. Angry that he should think she needed hi... compliments even though she did, even though despite the rush of warmth she wouldn’t have believed him if he’d said it a thousand times. She looked at him. He looked at her. Her eyes. Her nose. Her mouth. His dark eyes seemed to know too much, to see too much.“I’m not even kidding,” he said. “You’re perfection, Macy.”She’d never been able to take a. Logistics. My wife. Your daughter. When and how. Many words, many worries and many plans. A plan was made and Saturday night came. You called. The fuses had blown in your house and it was dark and cold. You didn’t have a flashlight and needed someone to come over and help you get to the circuit box in the basement. A story? Plausible, and you were believed as you conveyed it to my wife over the phone, who then, in turn, sent me on my way to your house with a flashlight. Lies. But all affairs. " She said. "I would, but I want this hard on to go into that tight pussy of yours, we have all night and maybe most of the weekend to do everything else." I told her. We got out of the pool, and grabbed our clothes, heading up to the house naked. Luckily, her mom had the good sense to turn the outside lights off, so we could go into the house undetected.Once in, we went into the bathroom and showered together, the water was hot, we soaped each other up and then rinsed. Using our hands instead. I want to tell you everything. You see, while I was watching them I realized that my dick was hard as nails, and it really got me hot seeing his black dick in that white woman’s pussy. The way she reacted, I mean craving his dick and all, just hunching all crazy up into that black dick even though her screams were so full of pain I knew she felt ripping had me needing to cum so bad I had to jerk off in the trash can. Afterwards I got to feeling kinda perverted and guilty after I had shot a nut.