She's nice to look at but that's all. She's too rich for my blood and if I were foolish enough to marry her it would be hell on earth for me." How so?... I'd be like her lap dog and worry every second she was out of my sight thinking she was somewhere screwing some guy. I don't want that. Besides, her personality is like a fire hydrant." I'm hungry again," Estelle smiled. "Do you want to help me finish off what I made for you?" Only if I can sleep with you the whole night." You already do that?". After a couple of drinks, I began to relax a little and made my way back to the bar where the guys were hanging out. They all liked my costume and patted my ass.I was the center of their attention.As the night wore on, I was having a snack of chips and dip when one of the guys came up behind me and pressed up against my ass and told me I looked great.I smiled and said thanks.It was dark in the kitchen and we could see into the living room where most people were including our wives. He put his. As he fucked him, he could look over at the dresser next to them, and he saw a variety of photographs of Thomas' wife (now deceased) smiling out of the gaudy picture frames, and he found it strangely satisfying to think how upset she would have been had she known, at that very moment, that her husband of some 50 years previously, was being fucked in the ass by a black man! What was the saying? She'd 'turn over in her grave' had she known! 'Oh yes!' Duane found himself thinking, 'she definitely. " I know you did, but you know what I really love. When someone licks my pussy!" she continues, " My husband doesn't really care to lick pussy, he just wants to fuck." I'm not sure at this point where she is going with this, and we come to this big rock on the side of the trail. She stops and sits on the rock and pulls me to her and says, " Janet ( my wife) brags that you love to lick pussy and that you are damn good at it." By now I have a raging hard on and all I can think about is this.