I kept moving lower and lower. I stopped looking atthe image in the mirror and closed my eyes, bracing for what I almostknew to expect and yet hoped ...asn't true. When my hand had moved belowwhere I usually felt the sensation of my penis, my heart began racing asI felt the soft and supple lips of my new labia being compressed by thetight shorts.I wasn't quite sure how to explain the sensation and realization. It waslike losing an appendage you'd grown up with. Like losing an arm or aleg. I. Indeed, our designated driver (Yemi) from my company actually asked Emily in our first week of being in Lagos if he was required in her bed, as he’d been with his previous two bosses wives (!). He said this very politiely but also very normally, as if it was entirely normal for an African driver to ask a white wife if he should provide sex as well. Two weeks into us arriving in Lagos and the Gardener said the same to Emily, so clearly her predecessor (at least) spent her time in bed with both. What I wanted to tell about in this story is one of the most enjoyable things we do every couple of months and that is to have a poker game. Now this isn’t the run of the mill poker games when guys get together and drink beer and smoke cigars, no this one is way fun. First off we invite four guys that we have gotten to know very well and who have all ready had sex with my wife. I ‘m what you would call the pit boss and just observe what is going on and our best friend, who is also my. “Stand up, bitch,” Betty pointed to Waverly and told her to take off her shirt. Waverly had nothing on underneath. Betty grabbed her daughter’s pussy labia and pulled it out to show me the pink inside.“Tell him what this is?” Betty instructed her daughter.“Fantastic pussy,” Waverly agreed and raised her eyebrows as if I better damn well believe it! She and her mother were very enthusiastic. There was no sarcasm – they were almost dancing the praises of the power of fantastic pussy. It ruled.