It... you are beautiful....” Karen stuttered as she walked closer, "Can I touch you... your cock". She was never slow when she wanted something. She...looked back to me, "Please". I was not sure who she was asking but, I said sure as Robert said yes, although very quietly.Karen fell to her knees in front of Robert's cock, her hand reaching out slowly, "Oh My God, oh Julie, look at this gorgeous hunk of man, his cock is...it's, perfectly shaped. It's, it's ready for you, can I watch, oh please. She said "I want to do this as much as you", "I'm okay, and I love you." John stepped into the room naked... he had a toned body, some hair, but not an overwhelmming amount, his cock was average size, but that was okay, it was our first time. He came over to the bed and laid next to my wife, he started rubbing her body softly, running his fingers over her breasts and nipples, he slowly began kissing her breasts, working his way to her nipples with his tongue. I slid aside letting him take over. “I’m not pissed you want to fuck me. It’s a compliment. I told you anytime you wanted and meant it. I hope Aya doesn’t get pissed.I went to my drawer and found the bottle of lube I used for special events such as this. I laughed when I saw the container of pomade next to my lamp. I won’t be using that anymore. What a mess to clean off.“You’re fucking my ass? No romance, no foreplay, no blowjob?” she asked nervously.“Oooow! That’s fucking cold,” she said as I applied the lube to her asshole and. Granted, his mom is considered African-American, albeit, a very light skinned African-American. Michael had straight red hair that looked nothing like what you would expect for a black person. His skin color was slightly darker than my Caucasian skin, but only to a slight degree. He certainly wasn't black. Not even brown or beige. Michael's skin color could best be described as matching my coffee, on the few occasions I drank coffee – lots of milk and sugar with a touch of coffee for.