Carefully I placed my hand on my sister’s bush, no reaction. Slowly I moved my hand down until my fingers were on her pussy and I began to spread he... pussy lips, still no reaction. I opened her lips up wide and looked. It was a wonderful sight, pink pussy, lighter pink clitoris and the beginning of her “hole.” I looked for a while and then kissed on the hole & moved my finger, touched her clit and began to rub it. She moved, I froze; then she let out a “mmmmmm” sound and actually spread her. “Help me carry this divan bed from the veranda to the centre of the lawn. If I am going to the centre of fucking attention tonight then I need a bit of comfort to endure” Lisa saidWe placed the divan bed strategically in the centre of the lawn, in full moonlight. To me it was like a erotic sexual altar, offering up my randy white wife to be sacrificed to large black primitive cock. The stage was set, the mood was set. Let the debauchery begin.The drums thundered behind me. The Swazis were on. I squirmed against the locker, frowning. Chris wasn't moving. His face was locked in a rictus of anger. Frozen. He wasn't even breathing. On either side of them Lance and Steve stood, theirs mouth opened in encouragement. I could see Steve's tongue half arisen between his teeth, forming a letter. But he never finished it.“What the fuck?” I gasped, a new fear flooding through me. Why was no one moving? My head snapped around, looking for anything, even a buzzing fly. I couldn't see any movement.. I had no idea what she was doing with herself now, given that reading was kind of out of the question, but presumably the same things she did when I slept. But after three straight hours of work I was ready for a break."Hey, sweetheart, you're still with me, right?" I asked."Right here," she replied. I felt a sudden rush of affection."I love you, you know that, huh?" I said."I love you too, Larry," she told me. Wow. I'd probably told her I loved her dozens times since we got going, but she'd.