He rinses my hair and starts on my body. He takes the washcloth and massages my shoulders and down my back. He reaches around the front and starts t... wash and massage and knead my tits. I close my eyes and relish in the feeling. He continues down my stomach. I turn around and face him in the tub. I offer him my legs and he starts with my feet and works his way up. I tell him that he will need to pay special attention to my ass and pussy as I have plans for him after my bath. He doesn’t. I looked back at him and his expression showed the extreme pleasure I was giving him.“Oh baby, your cock is filling me so nice. Call me mommy again, please. I love it when you call me mommy with your cock in my cunt.”“Oh god, yes, mommy. I love fucking your cunt.”“Then fuck me, baby, fuck mommy.”He started a slow, deep fuck, causing me to moan deep in my throat. His big cock was touching all the right places and I was in heaven as we fucked on the kitchen table. We fucked for several minutes. Her long dark hair tied in a simple pony, she was wearing what I imagined were her oldest and most favourite pair of jeans, with Birkenstock sandals, a Dries Van Noten T shirt I recognised from one of my many shopping trips under a grey cashmere cardigan, with a Mui Mui canvas bag slung over her shoulder. Her skin had a Mediterranean glow, her jewelry understated and when she walked passed me, her scent was intoxicating. She carried a very relaxed air about her, as casual as you like, but with. It was during this time that things happened to change all our lives.On his third day home when he went to take a shower he slipped and fell. Lynn and I both heard the fall and rushed to help him. There he was on the floor with an embarrassed grin on his face, but was okay. He didn't have on a stitch of clothing and his towel had fallen off. There was the biggest cock I had ever seen. I had seen a black man before of course in the locker room at the gym. A few were large, but nothing like this..