On the pretence of getting late to go somewhere, I would rush out of out of bathroom wearing only my underwear, passing by her room so that she can se... me) with semi-erect bulge covered underneath my underwear. Sometimes, when there would be only I and Amisha diI would shout from bathroom (while taking shower) to ask her to hand me my towel or half pant or soap or shampoo so that she has to come close to me. She would also call me from the bathroom (while she would be taking shower) when mother. Marlon looked up to him "come get a closer look Mike" he said with a smile and he pointed to the bottom step. I didn't think Mike would listen but he did. He walked down the stairs naked and sat next to us on the step. Marlon kept my hair in his grip the entire time keeping me bent over with my arse in the air and now Mike's face was just a foot or so from my arse.With that another hard slap hit me. I shuddered in pleasure knowing Mike had just seen this black man slap his wife's arse.. .. goodness, was this even legal? "Hey Clara, check page 32." Clara turned the pages eagerly. "Oh wow! … Oh wooow!" She said and left her mouth open until she had to close it to stop herself from drooling on the catalogue. "But he must be like... I mean, isn't he to young to be..." Christy nodded slowly, while her eyes inspected critically every detail of that boyish frame and smooth black skin. "Yeah... he looks like it." She mumbled bewildered while her eyes followed the thick vein on the. How we managed to get through passports, retrieve bags, and exit customs with clothes intact is something I wonder. Somehow we had touched each other fleetingly everywhere, hands probing briefly, fleetingly in every place. As we sat in the taxi to a randomly chosen hotel I could smell her wetness on my fingers from the moment just before passports where we had pressed against the wall and my fingers had slid into her jeans, sliding down her slit and nearly into the depth of her wetness. Her.