Cheers and catcalls followed from our lovers, as well as high-fives from the guys. It was clear that they had caught on to what happened and enjoyed t...e obvious meaning of the satisfied looks on our faces.Well, I wasn't done with the ladies, though they didn't know it yet. Grabbing Ninve, I bent her over the dining room table and proceeded to lick and kiss her from the neck down. I kissed her back, including her lower back, her calves, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her pussy, her taint,. My head jerked up, my eyes scanned the area. A sweet, buttery aroma floated through the air. What was that smell? I "knew" what it was but was unable at the moment to name it. My mind flashed back over the years, twenty, thirty forty years and more, back to a time of innocence when Kennedy was President, gas was cheap, and I was 10 years old.I shrugged to bring my mind back to the present. That wonderful aroma was still faintly wafting through the air but fading fast. I rose from my desk and. “But what about you?” I asked. “Can’t I reciprocate? Don’t you want me to do anything for you?” “Not necessary.” she replied. “You already did it.” I wasn’t sure what she meant, and I didn’t want to look a gift ho in the mouth, but I had to ask something. “Please don’t get mad,” I said. “But why? Why me?” Her brow furrowed, she stared at me for a few moments, and then explained. “Well don’t take this wrong, Hon,” she said, “but the girls had a pool. You are always so sweet and nice, we decided. According to her that would be me good till Friday night when she got back.Actually that left me and the black African maid alone for a few days.This maid had caught us doing stuff many times. In the morning when she brought coffee my wife was often cuddled up to me and rubbing me under the sheets so that was obvious to the maid. Quite a few times I was in the process of shooting cum as she walked in, or while she walking around to my wife’s side I would have my knees up to make a tent and my.