I think she could use some mellowing, and your ‘live-and-let-live’ philosophy might help her chill a bit.”“I can see how someone who is gay, m...le or female, would feel oppressed. It’s like racism. And I heard a dose of that from Keisha.”“Oh?”“She made the comment that her daddy would be very upset if she, quote, ‘took up with a white man’.”“Prejudice comes from all directions. You don’t have to be white to be racist.”“No shit! Keisha obviously isn’t, but she needs to keep the peace.”“I know the. Where before she rarely wanted to fuck now she is always ready to take a load of nut juice. That one guy told a few friends and each of them told a few friends and it grew and grew. I know alot of the guys that regularly service her. To help keep it from being even more strange she tells her lovers to not let me know. They all think I don't know they are rooting my wife. Sometimes I'll be in my shop with a friend and my wife will come out and see them. Quiet often she will make up some reason. To help him out we decided to make love more often with the lights on and the curtains open more, after all we got turned on being watched. One night when we had a friend round fucking Anne, he was particularly well hung and had a habit of making her have very noisy orgasms, instead of watching and joining in as I usually did I went into the second bedroom where I could see into the garden outside our bedroom.In the light splash from the bedroom windows I could see Harry peering through the. She was rampantly oblivious to the years of awkward sexual tension that had been their entire adolescence living next door to one another. She flippantly cast off dresses left and right to apply new ones right before him, wearing a different face in the mirror for each outfit. This one hot and dirty, that one sweet and naïve, and this one sexy and mysterious. She decided on a black “dress” that could have as easily been a shirt. It ended just below her ass, over fishnet that stretched from her.