Marcus reached up and eased her bra off my wife's shoulders. Her beautiful white breasts tumbled out in front of his black face. Her breasts had goose...bumps all over them and her large nipples looked like headlights in front of Marcus' sparkling black eyes. He reached up and softly twisted and pulled on my wife's erect nipples for several minutes. Barb was breathing huskily with her eyes filled full of pleasure. This guy is a pro, I thought to myself. How could my sweet wife allow this man to. She had visions of him stroking his cock as he looked at her. She loved to watch a man tugging and stroking his cock. She placed the book on the grass, sat up and looked directly at him. She smiled as she him stopping, heard him coughing, trying to cover the fact that is cock was out, that his hand was sliding up and down on his shaft. She smiled at him as she too looked around. A clear coast, no-one looking at her as she slipped her hand inside her legs. She watched his eyes dropping to that. .. Later that morning found them back out by the pool, as yesterday, except this time Jared was naked, and his mother wore a blue bikini instead of her black one. They soaked up the summer sun, Karen on her chaise lounge, her son sitting poolside."Jared, honey, could you come here for a sec?" The boy quickly complied, cock bobbing in front of him. She raised her sunglasses and eyed it critically. Reaching out, she ran a single finger over the stiff meat in her face."Tsk, tsk," she clucked.. I was just thinking about something." I rammed into her several more times then asked, "You know how old I was the first time I fucked you Mrs. Wilson. How old were you the first time you were fucked?"She pulled away from me then, and rolled over onto her back. She looked at my face and moved her fingers to her slit. She smiled coyly at me and asked, "well, I was a little younger than you were Peter. You want to know next who it was that fucked me and I'm not going to tell you. He was.