Her honeycomb hideout was freshly shaved and she saw him look at her as he cocked her legs open, stretching her hamstring by leaning gently in with hi... body weight. This pressure made her feel him hardening up, and his feel made her moan. This made him press himself further against the soft, fat lips of her slit. She ground back against her husband, looking at his eyes as he concentrated on hers. She did not see his hand vanish, but when it reappeared, then she noticed it. And as she thought. Then she smiled and pinching my cheek by saying: aww you poor fellow I know it was by mistake and I have already forgive you and as you already seen me naked so why be shy. No reason to shy she said.After saying this she closed the door of bedroom and I was confused by her comments then slowly she comes besides me and sat at bed and putted her hand over mine and said: you’re my friend so what if you seen me naked you’re not going to tell anyone that are you?I replied by shaking my head as a. The black dress itself travelled down to the floor with a low cut top that would have held its own against Elvira's wardrobe. The bottom half had a split that showed my leg just above the knee when I walked, however a discreet clip held the skirt section together and with a quick *snap* the dress's split would suddenly travel all the way up to my upper thigh. On my feet were a pair of black court shoes that I wore for work, a modest heel, at least to start with.I could hear Michael coming up. " Let you go? Or what? You'll tell on me? You'll leave on your own? Ha! I don't think you know what I have here. I've got a white married bitch who just sucked my black dick, my black balls, and swallowed my three day black load of cum. And I didn't force you to do any of that, did I boy?" No sir, you didn't. But I just want to leave." You told me that black dick turns you on. That you felt the black man was superior to you white boy's. That this was payback for past slavery. That's why I.