Instead, she leaned back, caressed her fishnet clad thighs, and crossed her legs, and dangled her shoe from her left foot. Oh, those cute feet of hers... She remained silent, listened to the conversation, but I couldn’t concentrate on that myself. I was a tad tipsy, and very horny. Kristine noticed this too. Our eyes met as I was glancing at her breasts and dreaming about sucking her nipples. She gave me a stern look, then a mischievous smile and nodded towards my crotch. A bulge had clearly. "No, twice removed. Brianna and Tony aren't actually my cousins, their mother's my cousin." You never said." It wasn't an accusation, just another observation. "About him... me..." I promised myself I'd never lie to you if you asked, but you never did until now." So what's this all about?" Richard Travers is... was, I haven't seen or heard from him in probably ten years... a drunk, a bully, a wife- and child-beater... he was the worst example of humanity it has ever been my misfortune not to be. She seemed to enjoy it quite a bit as her breathing got heavier much to my own pleasure. She'd breath in through her nose and exhale her hot breath onto my cock never once breaking vacuum seal of her lips around my cocks head. Soon enough I felt the cum rise slowly through my shaft and I slowly emptied my thick warm loads down her throat. Not missing a beat, Vanessa moaned "mmmmmm" and continued to swirl her tongue around my shaft. Once it became too much I had to tug her head away from my. We both decided that we would have a box each, write our fantasies on a piece of paper and we would take one fantasy from each others box and arrange it but not let on which fantasy it was or when it would happen to make it more exciting. We each picked one out and when I read what my wife had written, I was shocked but that soon turned to excitement, it read ‘Spend time with a really well hung black guy’ with the condition that I would be there to share the moment and for safety. Well! I did.