Love you.”“Love you, too,” I groaned.She leaned down, pushing back on my shoulders with her hands so she could kiss me. My finger popped from he... ass as her hot lips met mine. Her tongue flashed out, tasting herself on my lips. That made me throb more. I groaned into the kiss, squeezing her right breast and thumbing her nipple.Her right hand trailed down from my left shoulder, brushing across my chest. Her fingers traced fire as they moved lower and lower. She grasped my dick, making me. While we were going out I found out that she had fucked a couple of black men. One in college and one a married man some years later. When I found this out it sent all kinds of emotions throughout my body. I was not sure why. A few years after we got married I started telling her I wanted to watch her make love with a black man. She was a prude back then and wanted to be faithful and got pest off that I even would bringing it up. I would bring it up every six months to a year with the same. I pulled the sheets off me and sat up. She said to lay back, so I laid back down, and she washed my legs and arms. She dried them then raised the bed a foot or two, she had that grin again and said " I sure don't want to get my blouse all wet and my hands are all soapy". I took the hint and reached up" allow me " I whispered, and unbuttoned her uniform top. She started to turn red and her breath quickened, as I worked my way up to the last button. I held my hands up to it and looked in her. “Are you out of your cotton-picking mind?”Stephanie smiled and put her hand on Dad’s arm.“There’s more,” I said. “Most likely, I’m going to marry Bethany, though that’s not for sure. But, Kara is going to be my second wife, no matter who I marry, and she and I will have kids as well.”My dad just shook his head, “Son, you’re not thinking clearly.”“Yes, Dad, he is,” Stephanie said. “This isn’t some spur-of-the-moment plan. It’s been in the works for four years. All the girls know and agree. And.