Her husband didn't know any black guys; in fact both of them didn't really like his type. But that would be how Stacey would word it, other might say ...hey were just down right racist. The Boss eased past her, his body enormous compared to her slim 5'5 frame. He'd seen photographs of her before so his eyes didn't linger embarrassingly; he already studied her at his leisure. Today as most times she was dressed in a tight white T shirt and white tennis skirt. Stacey was slim with large hips and. Then there was a pain— a pressure — deep in my chest, then I felt a surge rush through me.The mouth on ‘my’ penis stopped; another surge and another and another; Irealized that I was coming into… into my own mouth! My mind boggledagain at the improbability of it all.My body sagged into the chair. There was a tingling sensation at the backof my neck, and I opened my eyes.John was staring at me, still naked, but with his penis about half-erect.I looked into his. "She had stood up when I came into the office and as I turned to leave she jumped up into my arms and kissed me. A little hug and then she sat back down."Whoa... what was that for?" Just wanted you to know I still feel the same way. About you. About... us."Luckily nobody saw us kissing or hugging, but it was a close thing. Bill walked into the office only seconds after Lynn sat down."Hey, I thought you were on vacation Dave. What's up?" Just stopped by to check you out you old reprobate." Old?!. I could not believe it. My older sister totally in my power, fingering herself as I taped it. It was a rush and I was starting to get hard watching it. This was my sister but there's no lying to yourself about a ten inch boner stick up under your pants.Spreading her legs farther, rubbing her finger up and down the shiny slick inner lips, her hips started to jump every time her middle finger glazed her little button. A low moan was coming with every breath, her rhythm picking up.I could not.