Some even invite me to their homes to visitthem." Oh, Marcus you don’t please everyone, do you?" My wife giggled. So,Marcus is his name, I thought."...nly white women Barb." Marcus answered. I could see his huge bulgein his shorts. I was impressed to say the least!! My wife had to feelthe lump against her stomach. Marcus took her small white hand andbrought it to front of his shorts. He rubbed my modest white wife’shand across his huge bulge."Oh My God!" my wife groaned. “You feel so big down. Once she was undressed, Elena jumped in, coming back to the surface right beside him."Much better," he purred, splashing her playfully. "You are quite beautiful." You're just saying that to get me into bed," she chuckled, splashing him back."Hey, I mean what I say, you feisty vixen," he replied, grabbing her and pulling her to him.He started tickling her. Elena squirmed, trying to get free, laughing the whole time. Matt stopped when she started begging, her sides starting to hurt. Still holding. More debate. Yet more followed as went through a series of rooms. I found myself stepping out onto another sun deck below that on which I had been standing earlier. A bar was built and stocked to one side and she poured two Calvados and handed me one in the heaviest glass I think I had ever held. ‘So, is it true?’ ‘Is what true?’ ‘That you are a lesbian?’ ‘Does that matter?’ ‘It does if I am going to fuck you.’ I had been standing with my back to her admiring the last of the sun as it dipped. The blue car had rolled over two others and was currently lying upside down, half on the sidewalk. People in the cars it had hit were sitting, or leaning, staring around them in shock. She ran to the one closest to her and peered inside. The roof had partially collapsed and glass was lying in tiny shards all around her. It crunched under her shoes as she moved. A man and woman were half lying, where they had leaned toward each other at the last second. They said they were all right.She darted.