I could have them stay the night if I wanted to." He said to me, which caused my eyes to go wide. "What?" I rasped out. "You heard me you little slut.... That was all the encouragement I needed. And just then I heard the doorbell ring, causing him to smile and he kissed me once, getting changed extremely fast into some jeans and a t-shirt --which let me get a small look at his muscular body-- and rushed off. From my spot on the bed I could hear the door open and him greet his friends. I had seen. This is false, of course, but it took me being a cuckold before I realized that maybe being white didn't really place me in the privileged position I'd thought I was part of!The first time I ever witnessed my wife fucking another man, another black man, I should say, for the sake of clarification, that was when I understood, at gut-level, that I was by no means 'superior' to a black man, either socially, or sexually!In my minds eye, even now, I can clearly see Duane, the first of many other. They were turned loose or abandoned on the open range. You really don't have to give them back." Legal or not, that wouldn't seem right. When we see him I'll turn them over to him."Ab just smiled and nodded. I explained to Ab what I was doing about sticking to higher ground and he agreed. "The wagons that passed closer to the river were sinking in at least three inches deep," I told him."Yeah, and that makes it harder on the animals that are pulling them. You're doing the smart thing, Jase. If. I couldn’t help a small moan escaping. He dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed my legs firmly and pulled me closer. His fingers ghosted up my legs again as he nuzzled my panties. I could feel his warm breath through the mesh material. He started kissing my thighs as his hands wandered upwards. He pulled my pants down my legs. Again I felt the slightly uncomfortable thrill of exposure. He nudged my legs wider apart. All the while muttering under his breath about how amazing I looked,.