“Wow, am I that lucky?!”, I asked Neha.She just smiled and laid down with for me giving me the exact point of view that I would be getting when I ...m over her tempting body. I was holding my hard dick and imagining rubbing it gently over her soft looking big boobs.Well, to be honest, the need for imagining was very less as I was feeling so realistic and making love with this beauty.Neha was rubbing and massaging her boobs to lessen my need for imagination. I grabbed and held her boobs together. There would usually be some form of bondage involved, but at my insistence, never too heavy. When I protested being the slave, he would suggest a switch where I would be the Mistress and make him do my bidding. I know I made a terrible Mistress, but he was a far better slave than I could ever be. Spanking was another sore spot, pardon the choice of words, in our relationship. He would try to give me a spanking for disobeying him, but I would have nothing of it. I was not interested in pain of. She was wearing skin tight cut off jeans and a white cotton tank top with no bra. I asked her if she was cold. She said no why? I said your nipples have been hard since I came home. She cupped them in her hands and said my pussy is also wet. I pulled her shorts down and easily slid three fingers into her normally tight pussy. I watched her face as I pushed my fingers in her, her eyes half closed and her mouth formed a sexy snarl. I blurted out who stretched out your pussy ? She whispered Keith.. When I walked in the front door there were two, tall black men about my age sitting on the couch with Sheila, and they looked vaguely familiar to me. Shelia looked up at me and said, “I’m so glad you’re home honey. These men installed our carpet, and after seeing the pictures in our home yesterday, they thought that they knew you years ago in high school here in Fayetteville. You might not remember them, but this is Randall and Jerome, and they are the brothers who own this carpet business..