As I undid the clip on the side and it slid down to his ankles, Ben and I both had the full attention of the two women. And I had a raging erection as...I admired Ben’s close up.Without saying a word Irena was tongue kissing Julie passionately as they undressed each other. Irena quickly shrugged off her gown, she looked fabulous in just a tiny black g-string as Julie still dressed, soaked up her kisses. “Your ass looks fantastic in that g-string, even better without it,” Julie told her she slid. "I hate my race so much!"I tried to look away. This attempt to bring together the races was becoming too uncomfortable for me. Or maybe it was my whiteness feeling threatened? I even looked to Zara, the manipulating tramp, to comfort me in my moment of inferiority. "Be happy for your wife. She's giving up her pride, ego, and self dignity to help a black man and is rewarded for it. Or you can be happy for Kwame who is clearly enjoying your wife's company.Was I supposed to feel empathy for Kwame?. Turning he sat me back on the edge of the recliner and said I cant even express how much. He knelt between my legs and was looking at my pussy. I spread my legs wide over the arms and ran my right hand down, caressing my wet pussy for him, my left hand caressing and then tugging on my left nipple. He moaned watching this and said Thats so fucking hot. Its so pretty. He placed his hands on my thighs and leaned in, gently kissing my shaved pussy. I was so turned on it was open to him. When his. So I started, very late at night, pulling up the window to my bedroom and sneaking outside around 3 in the morning when everyone else was asleep. I would drink a ton of water so I could pee with force, and I would lay in the grass of the front yard, belly down and with just my shirt on and let loose a stream of such force that it would shoot straight up in the air like a firehose coming from between my ass cheeks. Some would even splash back down onto me. Man, that felt SOOO good. I would feel.