I gave them to her later on Christmas eve when our son was not around, she hung the calendar behind her wardrobe door & locked it.Over the following w...eks I used the big black vibrator on her and she loved it, I asked if she would love a real black cock, but she never would answer me.Then one day I caught her looking at the calendar. She went red with embarrassment and asked me if I thought the pics were real and if white couples really did meet black guys. I said yes they did and there was. ‘Not a morning person!’ she reminded herself. It turned out she was only partly right. Stan knocked on the shower stall door, and then opened it and peeked in. ‘Room for one more?’ he asked. Denise smiled at him, nodding and gesturing for him to join her. Stan took the soap laden sponge from her hand and washed her. If he seemed to pay special attention to her breasts, Denise didn’t mind. He moved the sponge lower, washing her abdomen, gliding it over her small belly roll. He moved lower still,. They ate the rest of the cake in 69 position, their heart beating at the sexual heat of the moment.She had shave her pussy and asked him to plunge his tongue deep into her cunt. She was oozing with her vaginal juices as his tongue lapped her clit, making slurping sounds.“Owwweweee Aahahhaa…” she moaned as she clutched her bed sheet, sucking at his huge cock while he ploughed his tongue inside her.“Put your finger in my anus, while you suck,” she commanded. He looked up surprised.“Yes, do that.. ." She turned her head to watch the cyclist as they passed by. "He'd go out every Saturday with a group of people and they'd ride a hundred miles or so." Jesus, he must be in great shape." Yeah," she said dryly. "Bicycles bore the hell out of me, to tell you the truth. Always breaking down, and when they're not broken, you've got to fiddle with them to keep them tuned just right. The tires go flat all the time." I know, I had one a long time ago. I sold it after maybe a month or two of having.