I said OK. He picked up the remote and turned the sound down. He said you don't need sound for football besides I'd rather hear your wife being fucked..., I said yeah me too. He asked if she fucked much? I asked who me or around? He said around , I know you don't get any. I told him yes she has had sex outside our marrage for several yaers. He said when did she go black? I said I can't answer that I don't know who all she has sex with. He shook his head and said you white motha fuckers aint. Deliberate and cruel as a spoiled child, Roberta slid two fingers over the length of her pussy, top to bottom and back again. Over her clit, she massaged it with languorous circles, the movement pulling her lips apart and revealing the increasing wetness within.Like a surgical patient fighting the inevitable effect of anesthetic, I tried to keep my wits. Fixing my eyes on the indifferent gray paint of my door, I weakly said they should go. The vulnerability in my voice mocked the authority I. Moaning with pleasure as lips grip his hard shaft.....lying back you start to ride his blood filled cock.....back arched as you delight in the new found control........you are in a world of your own......his body just a living sex toy.......designed for your pleasure.......droplets of sweat rolling down your smooth body.....just as you are about to come he stops you......"sorry if I gave you the impression you were now in control sexy",....he says with a wink......he pulls out of you and tells. My hands then moved to my breasts and I slowly massaged them as I worked in the soap. My nipples were erect from the coldness of the water. As my hands moved towards my belly, I began to feel my baby kicking. It had begun to do so more often recently as though reminding me that he was still there and coming soon. My hand then moved to my hips and down to my pussy. I was horny again, must be the hormone thing everyone talks about. I had had plenty of sex recently, but none of it was satisfying..