With a groan you took my head in your hands and thrust yourself upon my tongue. I had to raise my hips up off the bed lest the pressure and the passio... cause me to blow right then in my jeans. Your taste, your smell, your fingers in my hair. I was so close to cumming my self that I had to shift my attention away. Again I mouthed your labia this time though I began to flick my tongue across your inner lips still careful to avoid your clit. I moved back to your sweetness, I thrust my tongue in. I was about to say something to him about minding his own business when Tanisha placed her hand on my shoulders and said, "what's wrong sugar, you jealous or something? Don't you know that da darker the berry the sweeter the juice be?" She did threw him a kiss and his face grew so red I thought that he would blow steam out his ears like some old cartoon.Except when she talked about her husband or my wife Tanisha had always spoken in proper English. I never heard her speak in such a low class. I came. Shooting jets of cum straight up in the air, falling down on her hand, my cock, and all over my stomach. "Hmmmmm, apparently you aren't completely against the idea?" She smirked while she scooped up the drops of white cream and brought them to her mouth. She raised herself and kissed me deeply, passing my own semen back to me in her kiss. My head was spinning. The idea of what she had just said, and the new, unexpected taste of my cum was actually making my hard-on not fade away. I. " The pink was spreading. Not just his cheeks, but his whole face, his neck, even the top of his chest. "She said you would, uh, that is..." You want a damned rubber!" I snapped, jumping to my feet.Peter looked like he was ready to emigrate to somewhere safer, like Iraq.I shut my eyes and counted to ten. First in English, then Spanish, French, German, Russian, Swahili, Chinese, Hebrew, Dutch and Navajo. I opened my eyes. "Peter, sit."Peter almost ran to the sofa and sat down."Sorry, I didn't.