Now the time came for us at the time I looked her she is like a angel I have totally fallen in his beauty with his beautiful eyes her face is shining ...iking full moon in that darkness I slowly touched her hand pulled towards me and hugged from behind and I smelled her hair it was a smell which got on to the mood it is mixture of her smell with shampoo and hair oil now she is breathing heavily her boobs are going up down I have touched the boobs over her nighty she is shy and removed my hand in. She did the 'awe shucks, not little old me' routine, but then asked me what I would think if she went to bed with one of them. This is what a lawyer would call a leading question, because I've been very clear with her for years that I get off on fantasizing about her having sex with other men. She isn't a committed cuckoldress or anything like that, but she finds the idea exciting in an abstract sort of way.I often screw these situations up by saying the wrong thing, but I was ready for her. Maine bhi apni shirt nikali jo k geeli ho chuki thi. main uski taraf dekhta raha waah kya lag rahi thi udhar aik diya jal raha tha uski madham roshni main uska jism aur bhi sunder lag raha tha ayse lagta tha k woh koi ajanta ki moorat ho main uski sundarta main kho gaya aur mera ….. khada ho gaya main dheere dheere uske kareeb badhne laga aur uske kareeb pahonch kar ruk gaya woh meri taraf dekhne lagi maine jhat sey uske baalon ko apni muthi main pakad liya usne apni aankhen band karli main. I let out a sigh of relief knowing she didnt discover my nights perverse activities. I slept well that night. It had been a long time since I was so sexually drained. I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking. My wife, Monica, had already woke and got up for the day. I laid there in bed and enjoyed my alone time. I thought back to last night. My cock came to life and pressed against the sheets. I was wrong what I had done, not doing anything while a beautiful Black Woman raped my daughter then.