They were naked in bed, her head resting on his shoulder. Her hair tickled his skin, but he wasn't going to complain. Especially with her warm breasts...pushed into his side. Her left leg was resting over his, her still leaking slit pressed against his side. Every so often, her leg would squeeze, pushing her sex into his side. They weren't ready to make love again, but it wasn't far from either's mind."And then the man the police killed afterwards - I'm betting he wasn't just somebody looking for. (that I had heard of before in some of the village`s) she had loved the whole experience, and in later life had had him de-flower both his daughters, in this traditional way. She had become his at a village dance, and basically he and Alice had soon married and had till 2 years ago screwed one another and apparently every-one bar the postman and the archbishop, ever since.” It was what he called a “very open marriage.” There sort of togetherness being based on mutual trust and confessing to one. With her other hand, she started caressing my barrel chest. (I had a good physique, with regular weight training exercises).Slowly, my dick began to show motion. It was getting into life again, ready for action. I was slowly getting excited. Mom looked at me and said, “Started feeling horny again? Not bad. Quite natural for a young stud like you.”I asked mom in a husky voice, “Mom, I want to kiss you, I want to feel you with my hands.”Mom pulled down my head kissed me fully on my lips. I. Before she reached the end she again impaled herself on Don's cock. After two or three minutes of this activity, Suzy suddenly stopped and gasped.Suzy said in a panic, "I'm not protected, Don. I've been off the pill for a while."Part of me cheered. I might still be the one to give my wife a baby. However, the hard core sexual side of me was disappointed that this black stud would not be knocking up the white slut. That side of me now viewed my wife as the perfect sex toy. A beautiful woman.