He was way more experienced. I guess that made sense. “Am I like them?”“Eh,” he replied, noncommittally. “My first love, she was a blonde li...e you, but after that, who knows. I mean, her parents moved away when she was six, so I never really knew what her tits would be like...”“Six!” I exclaimed, sitting up. “You turkey!”Jack laughed and pulled me back down. “Hey, you asked. Linda Ebersole was her name. She lived next door and we used to play on the swing set in the back yard. I actually asked. That part of my life was well and truly over. Under the terms of my parole, I wasn't allowed to contact or visit Sarah, which was cruel beyond belief, though I wasn't sure what I felt for her anymore. In my mind I loved her constantly, but what might have been a love borne of self-preservation with Steve, had matured into something too strong to even think of giving up just because I had been semi-freed. At least I'd never lied to Steve about Sarah. She had always known there was another woman. It seemed that mom hadn't filled him in on everything so I thought Imight as well get it over with. I told him about how we would be doingour section on the western United States. I tried not to go into toomuch detail but dad wanted to know everything. Unfortunately, everythingincluded the dance section too."I get to be one of the dancers." I sighed. "Mom promised to help mewith my costume."Dad just wouldn't leave well enough alone though."What kind of costume do you need for western dancing". She loved the fact that she was the star of the party. Therefore, she started to belly dance in a very sexy and erotic manner. The black American dudes were admiring her perfect body moves and her sexy big booty amazed them. I knew that black Americans love women with curves and especially women with very big butts. Suddenly a strange feeling came across my brain. I fantasized about sharing my sweet wife with these two well hung and well built young black men. At this very moment my wife was.