I wondered what use Karen might have for it.I laid on the ground, shielded my eyes and looked inside. Within seconds I found out why my wife was no lo...ger interested in sex with me. Karen was sitting on the couch in the middle of the basement. On either side of her was an athletic, attractive black guy. Karen's head was turning from one side to the other as she deeply tongue-kissed each black guy. She had her top off and was braless - her heavy tits cupped and fondled by large black hands.. I couldn't stop looking at her face down there, enjoying me.And ohhh, how she enjoyed me. Insistent gasps began to rise up as her tongue seemed to meld with my clit. The warm wet caress of her mouth felt like waves of delight washing up through my tummy to my breasts and shoulders. It was intoxicating."Oh, Sarah it feels so goodddd..." I told her, encouraging her. Her tongue dipped down to my butt again, then back up, down and up. I rolled my hips a bit to expose myself to her more. My nipples. Our tongues explored the other. Rachel broke the kiss, and apologized again. I kissed her again before grabbing her hand and leading her into the darkness toward my tent.My solar lantern was fading, but it was bright enough to guide me toward my remote spot. I unzipped the entry and clicked my other lantern on. We kissed again before Rachel crawled into my tent. I followed her in, and closed the flap. There was plenty of room for the two of us, but not tall enough to stand up. We continued. ’ ‘I want what’s stolen from poor Benny and… for his death… your head, or…’ ‘Or?’ I ask. ‘We’re on conference call with mine guys at Benny’s villa, your wife an’ babies hostage,’ Kollikov says, barking an order, ‘Make her talk, Boris!’ ‘Hello, dear!’ Agnes says brightly. I told you she was cute but dumb. ‘Hi, sweetheart, sit tight. Do what Freddie says.’ I view my three girls, wrapped in large bath towels over the kids’ heads and up to Agnes’ neck, cuddling behind the overturned lounger. Mickie.