I’m a bit embarrassed. What if Aunt Jackie comes home,” Karen murmured.I assured her that my wife would be a couple of hours at least. I went to g...t my mustache trimmer, safety razor, shave cream and I small pan of hot water. And a tube of KY jelly, just in case. I had every intention of doing more than just trimming a few rogue pubic hairs.When I got back to the guest room, Karen was still in the same position on the bed, still wearing the tiny bathing suit. I decided that it was time for me. ”“Well, of course I do!”“Out of curiosity, who were the girls?”“Trish and Shelly. You’ve met Shelly; she was at Tracy’s birthday party. And you’ve seen them here occasionally swimming with me. If you rode the bus, you would see them every day.”“They’re hot! And they wanted to do that? Really?”“Yeah! They’ve done a bit of experimenting with each other, if you know what I mean. And they both think you’re hot!” she giggled.“Now I’m bummed. That would have been a wild ending to the week!”“Worth. I’d stand behind you at your desk, reach my hands over your shoulders, undo your tie and slowly open your shirt buttons. I’d press my warm breasts into your back as I run my hands down your stomach kissing your neck until I got to your belt…. Rob: Go on….this sounds very nice indeed. Rob was squirming in his seat just thinking of it. He imagined Jane’s skin close to his, the warmth of her hands sliding over his body, touching him just where he liked to be touched. Jane: I would slowly. I saw his nice manhood lying there limp as if it were tired and well exercised. I knew that this white wife had done that to him and that I had made him sleep like a c***d. I admired my handsome black stud for a while then decided to put on a robe and go to the kitchen and cook him a big breakfast – after all he would need his strength again very soon.Ham, grits and eggs should make any black southern young man happy, so that was on the menu as I cooked breakfast then went to the bedroom and.