It wasn't Mara, herself, or her husband, that was the provocation, as such, but the long history of racial abuse African's had suffered under the oppr...ssion of the West, and of the Caucasian 'race', itself was, without a doubt a significant component to the sexual energy they all experienced.For example, Jamal (and his friends as well) absolutely enjoyed calling Mara various derogatory names and slurs---such as 'slut', and 'whore', as they were fucking her; but what excited them the most was. She got on her knees in front of her and grabbed the end of the vibrator. Rather, though, than pull it out, she pushed it deeper into her sister's pussy."NO," Ana screamed, "No, please, Lana take it out this instant!"Lana didn't obey, instead her eyes flashed with a sort of wicked anger, when it came to the girls and sex, she alone gave the orders!"Are you giving me an order, Ana," Lana asked angrily. "I think you've forgotten who's in charge of this part of our lives. I think you need a strong. It was, for this reason, she was up as early as she was. The previous afternoon she had been first to the post office to pick up the package she had ordered and then stopped at a barbershop and cut her reddish-brown hair really short. Of course, this also added to the possible illusion of a male body and if she turned off the lights the illusion would be there.She felt excited as she reached for the package and first removed the discreet brown wrapping paper to uncover the box inside. Inside. It was her giggle that told me something was up."What!" I said."He caught me while I was changing," she giggled again."Yes," I encouraged.The thought of some stranger catching my pretty young wife naked was having an effect of my cock."Luckily I had just pulled my shorts on before he started on our bedroom," she said."Oh," I said somewhat disappointed."He probably saw my naked tits though," she giggled.My cock twitched and hardened again."Oh I bet he liked that," I said with a big leery.