He could feel the warmth of her soft flesh underneath. Without thinking, his thumb made the return journey, with a brief pause half way along. She mov...d!, Her legs moved, ever-so slightly apart, as she took a long deep breath before letting out a quiet sigh. Prince’s thumb found and eased into the groove in the fabric whose contours it then followed, upwards, cautiously, while gently moving side to side in small circular movements, up towards it’s apex. ‘Under this’, he thought ‘Oohh! Just. . struggle all you want ... but this bed is stronger than you, on hearing those words she seemed resigned to her fate, i choose not to blindfold her as i wanted to see her , besides i wanted her to " see " what was coming, i took my time , playing with her, letting my fingers explore her body , not just her intimate places but her whole body, Now i have a " thing for eyebrows " don't ask me why or whatever , and sams were black like her hair , i just rang my fingers gently over them just as. That means about sex too. Jen asked, I answered." What else did she want to know?"Mom giggled, moved closer to Dad and said, "When I told her what oral sex was, she said, 'yuck.' It was all I could do to keep from breaking out laughing. Jen asked if you liked it and I told her, yes."Dad shook his head and said, "Did she ask if you liked it?"Mom nodded."What did you tell her?" I told her I did, Harry," she said and began to chuckle. "Then she asked me how girls got blow jobs!" Oh no, how did you. "Maybe even ship her off to Ghana or Nigeria."I gripped the table with both hands and my moans got louder.....I began to grunt through the pain, knowing pleasure would follow. The thought of my wife having black child after black child got my cock harder. "Yes, master." is all I could manage to say,. He reached under me and stroked me hard and fast. "Does that turn you on? The idea of your wife being a breeder for black men?"I nodded as I grunted louder. "Yes, master! Please! I believe in black.