Talking to Bob and Amy would be a little tricky. We'd have to find a way to broach the subject without the presence of others. Especially since no one...knew about Rebecca's and my involvement in such things.During one of these nights, Rebecca and I were inside our daughter's home, tending to the last-minute needs of our grandchildren. They were famous for fighting sleep when we visited, so there was often bargaining at bedtime. Finally, with the haggling over and their eyes closed, we moved back. I bit it lightly as she cooed and slipped her fingers over my balls. She pushed my head from her pert tit and traced her tongue over my nipple, then lower.Water coursed over my back as the tip of Jill’s tongue passed over my stomach and down. She dropped to her knees, now pulling harder on the upper end of my shaft. It throbbed in her hand, as I let out a small squeal.Holding the base of my dick, Jill began stroking me with her tongue, the tip rippling over my vein from base to head. She set a. She hated cheaters, especially since her last husband had betrayed her. Watching Bree finally fail would be good to see, maybe put the bossy Mistress in her place a bit. On the other hand, just the thought that maybe Bree could make her sister submit had Maggie frigging herself to sleep every night since the plan was first discussed. Maggie hated playing second fiddle to anyone, and she had played second fiddle to her younger sister her whole life.Maggie told Bree and Abby that they were would. I felt the black man tonguing my pussy as I watched him eating me on the screen. The thought of a black man between my thighs filled me with such intense emotions. I was raised to believe the races should remain separate and one of the sluttiest things a white woman could do was open her thighs to a black man. I watched the woman in the movie mirror my own responses as in my mind I was feeling a black man's tongue moving in my pussy. The sight on the screen coupled with the feelings Jack.