Ross didn’t see or hear from her for a glorious three days. He didn’t hear any arguing next door either, so she must have been staying with a frie...d or something.The fourth day, the day she returned, was a Friday.Ross was sitting on his front porch watching the world go by when Sara showed up. A car he didn’t recognize dropped her off at the curb and sped off before she even closed the door behind her.Ross assumed it was just one more person she had pissed off. It was getting to be a longer. I watched her kneel down in front of me and then engulf me with her mouth, working her tongue along the bottom of me and sucking hard on me. This was pretty stimulating considering that my wife was watching this intently, her eyes wide and breathing quickening while at the same time not two feet away I was watching Tisha really fuck Laura with the vibrator. This continued for several minutes, the hostess sucking me off. Her warm mouth enveloping me and her tongue playing with the head of my. She had on high white heals. I started to wonder if she was wearing white stockings or pantyhose.We had a great conversation during dinner. We really hit it off with Joe and Theresa. After dinner we moved into the ballroom for the dance. The tables were set up for four people and we all sat at one table. I couldn’t keep my eyes of Teresa. She was a beautiful woman.At one point during the night, there was a Congo lined formed. Joe headed out to the dance floor and took the lead. It was. "Look into the lens, bitch. We want to see that pretty face while you are fucked."Anita turned her head and looked to the camera as Jimmy continued to pound her sweet pussy lips. I could hear his dark meat beating on her ass.In the next scene I saw my wife eagerly sucking the cock of every black man.Some pieces were as big as sausages and she had to struggle to suck them.The final scene really got to me. All I could see was an extreme close up of the biggest black shaft penetrating deep into.