Obviously thinking I was still asleep, the black guy took out his dick and climbed onto the couch between my wife’s legs. He leaned over Trish, rest...ng one arm on the back of the couch and holding his dick with his other hand. I watched mesmerised as I saw him inserting that long black dick into my lovely Trish. Under the cover of my overcoat, I had managed to get my own dick out and was slowly wanking myself in time to his fucking. The other guy had taken out his dick and was rubbing it over. Duncan changed the nature of their relationship and brought a newfound component that neither of them had known was missing. …………… Duncan Marcus Tallingford was English, from Manchester, over in the states on holiday taking in the more eclectic tourist destinations. At 23 he was the youngest of nine children. Raised on Manchester United football, a deep love of the rich history of his country and more than a passing fascination with witchcraft, Duncan was not your average Englishman. His family. My hand moves higher until I can feel your pussy. "No panties"?"No the just get in the way" You dirty little slut, I want you right now"And my finger dips into your juicy cunt.Instantly your head tilts back as you close your eyes, my finger does deep, nice fluid movements. As you squeeze my cock through my pants.Our waiter returns with our drinks and sets them down in front of us.We both grab ours, "to a fun night"As we raise or shots up I go faster, you bite your lip for a second right before. I tuned out and talked to Chuck through our hands.Then we saw mum and dad visit the palace. They were some kind of King and Queen. That was as much as we could stand, it was more of the same. We were tired and left before the end. Most of the others left before us.At breakfast Grandpa asked us to walk with him to the small conference room when we finished eating to meet the AIs before we took the shuttle. He wanted us to talk to them a bit on the ship.When we met them it all seemed a bit.