In hissleep, he began to dream of a beautiful dark haired woman floating into theroom with him. She joined him in the bed teasing him with soft kisses...o matter how hard he tried todissuade her advances he weakened giving into the lust. He ran his hands overher full breast feeling the harden nipples between his fingers, she sat on topof him riding him slowly, driving him crazy with desire as he grasped her hipsmoving them harder down on his body exploding in a passion from the lust ofthis. .. she witnessed the whole thing?” Skara smiled at her envious eyes.“Oh yes, she witnessed everything from her hiding place up in the dunes, and though she didn’t exactly agree with the wasting of healthy un-castrated males who could have been put to good use, she admitted to having masturbated on witnessing their fate ... and no doubt masturbates to this day, on occasion, so erotic was the spiteful pageant.” The women smiled as they digested their own erotic thoughts on the spectacle, laughing. I told my wife that she had an audience and would she like to live out one of our fantasies, that of her having sex with a black man. She paused, looked up at me, and slowly said yes in a primal groan that was barely audible. She straightened up and got her first glimpse of the black man that would soon be filling her pussy for her first time with his black cock and she liked what she saw. He was a bigger man, but had a pretty smile and what looked like a nice size sleeper to have fun in. . Later in the afternoon, either because it was so hot or because she forgot, she got back in the pool. I managed to get back in and behind her unseen. I took a deep breath and submerged. I watched her leg muscles work as she bounced off the floor of the pool in the buoyant water. Her bathers had been pushed up into her crack and the plump curves of her buttocks were in full view. I got close enough to see a few small air bubbles clinging to the goose bumps on her arse. The narrow waist band.