We were lying on the couch watching “The Quiet Man”. Keri was on her left side with me behind her. She had reached behind her and was stroking my ...rection and I was softly strumming her pubic hair like it was a guitar. Every once in a while I would tap her clitoris.My head was on one of the huge pillows and my left arm was under Keri so that my left hand was stroking her breasts. Keri had her head on a small pillow so I could see the TV over her head. She would trace circles around the back of. I switched my mouth from her left nipple to the right, letting the fingers of my left hand rub and pull at her spit-slick nipple as I tongued her other. She was breathing hard, and had both hands pulled against my neck and shoulders. I stopped sucking on her to look at her face, her mouth open, panting, and her eyes shut. She opened her eyes, grabbed my head and pulled me up to a kiss, more full of passion than any I could remember. Our teeth bumped together slightly as our tongues slid. It was almost like a dream to Jack as he watched the Black’s hand slowly caress its way up Sally’s bare white thigh, her dress going up with his hand, revealing more and more of her bare legs to the gathering crowd. She was eager, wanting his touch. When his fingers touched her most sensitive parts, her legs parted. Jack watched as the Black man gathered his wife’s wetness on his fingers and began to caress her clit. He watched as she spread her legs wider to give him access to her sex. His. “I’ve got the kids loaded sweetie,” said a woman’s voice in the background. “Let’s go hon.” “Are you coming?” asked Bella. “Yes, I’ll meet you there,” said Zane. Bella ended her call as her mother helped her into the van. “Who was that?” her mother asked. “Uncle Zane,” said Tommy. “Why didn’t you call Daddy?” questioned Bella. “I did,” said Tommy. “He didn’t answer, so I called Uncle Zane.” “Who is this ‘Uncle Zane’?” asked her mother. “A family friend,” said Bella, panting. Bella’s mother shot.