Finally, I let the tip of my tongue run along her wet slit tasting her wet pussy for the first time. God, she tasted so sweet! Small pubic hairs, prob...bly after one week of the shaving and raised walls of vagina mixture of pink, black and white skin was irresistible. The scent of her genitals was mesmerizing for me this time and this day. I simply did not find anything dirty or revolting about the wetness that was oozing from her pussy. I gently put my face between her thighs and took in a deep. I just want to go, that's all. I can't go, anyway. It's Wednesday and I always go out with Barry on Wednesday, not that we go anywhere." Somehow going to his apartment for their quick fuck didn't seem as exciting as it used to."Honey, if you want to go so damn bad, break the goddamn date with Barry and go," Ruth said, completely reversing herself. "You need the experience and besides, he's just a fucking wimp, anyway." Oh, Ruth, I can't. And don't talk about Barry that way. After all, we are. He was still surprised by how readily these white guys gave up their wives to black men, and how easily they seemed to make the transition to the cuckolding lifestyle, but no matter – it was enough that they appeared to enjoy it. Better still, he hadn't even had to persuade the two sisters to get intimate with each other. They'd been only too happy to go down on each other and had obviously enjoyed the experience. And then there was Elaine, bouncing around happily on her daddy's cock. Told to. Rich could hardly wait. He just couldn’t resist terrorizing her one last time. That’s what she had turned into, a neurotic, deranged wife, who pushed his buttons too often, that he couldn’t control himself. It was all her fault that he was even in this predicament. His smile returned at the thought that he was so close to escaping all this. ‘I’m leaving.’ he said, ‘maybe for good as long as everything goes to plan.’ He then turned and walked away to his car. Lily waited until she saw him drive.