I suppose I convinced myself that I could still react quicker this way in case someone woke up and saw us standing there by the door. Only later did I...realize just how ridiculous this was, and how unbelievably risky. The house was dark for the most part but the little light which emanated from the kitchen was all I needed to stare at what was possibly the most exquisite pussy I had ever seen. My head was spinning as I glared at her teenage sex, before I instinctively knelt down in front of her. Both women groaned. He spread his legs and handed the Wife the oil. Still on her knees in front of him she started oiling him up. He looked like a Black Adonis - tall, muscled, with that large, thick Black Cock- bigger than mine and it wasn't even erect!Trembling, Jaye took the oil from me and started to mimic the Wife on me, but still keeping her eyes on Jamal. I moved close to him, our shoulders almost touching so she could see them better. As I did, I noticed Marianne on her knees as well. The experience of staring directly into a girl’s pussy was too much for him. He lacked adjectives to describe not only what he saw, but also felt. Words like delicate and sensitive came rushing to his mind. It looked soft and fragile, suggesting it required special care, special treatment. His hardening dick sent signals to his brain about everything that he needed to know.Through the eyelashes of her partially open eyes, she could see Mason standing motionless only a couple of yards in front. "I'm going to trade it in on a new '57 Bel Air two door hardtop. Three months! I'm so excited!" I really like the way the Speedster looks." So buy it from me." Grace, I bought it in the first place." This is true, but it was a gift. I'll take a grand for it."A thousand for the most expensive car in the Studebaker line ... in 1955 ... sounded pretty good to me.I have to quit buying the cars I would have loved to have in my first life.I mused a bit. Knowing what's coming is great.I had a 1951.