Roxie peeked from slitted eyes when she heard the snicking of his zipper. Again her breath caught when he stood, his cock thrusting from his fly in a ...aging hardness. She stared hungrily, no longer blushing, her passion taking control once more. She saw him close his fist about his cock and pump it a few times as he stood looking down at her cunt. She gasped when he rubbed the fiery head against her thigh.She listened to him breathing hotly as he stood between her legs, stroking his cock. Her. With two fingers, she draws back her pussy lips so that her clit is exposed and the finger she brushes over it is already damp with her juice. She imagines him kissing up her legs, nibbling at her inner thighs. She can almost feel his warm breath on her pussy as he kisses the intimate folds. She brushes her free hand over her breasts, her nipples hard and stiff and she moans, rolling her nipples between her fingers.Her finger works at her clit and she thinks of his tongue, how he’d tease the. She couldn't resist from trying one out, and not only did her oils give it a magical sheen, a glow that seemed to outline the very essence of the wood, but it was curved just so to give her amazing pleasure, so much that she overflowed with it. She learned from then on to make certain that when she 'polished' one of the lingams for it's final coating, she should make certain one of the absorbent cotton pads was under her to catch the overflow.When John found her so engaged, he watched quietly,. ." I smirked, somehow finding this situation both incredibly amusing and strangely arousing. I wasn't sure what in particular excited me about it, but the fact that another man was attempting to court my wife, knowing that she was married, fascinated me. I also had a number of thoughts rush through my brain related to my wife's desire for black men. In a fateful moment I decided to push the envelope with her, "You can reply if you want, have some fun with it. I don't mind." Liz looked at me.