‘I don’t know, any ideas, Ryan?’ With that I pondered, but really I knew what I wanted to do. Being dramatic, I went over to my balcony window f...r a minute. I turned around and looked at Brandy’s smile. I looked at the floor and pondered ‘Hmmm my dear, I have an idea.’ ‘What Ryan?’ Brandy said with a smile. I looked into Brandy’s eyes and explained to her that the river was near by and I’d love to spend some quiet time there to watch the sunset and get to know her. With Brandy realizing that. I was feeling a little bit horny and home alone, missing my sensual Ana’s wet cunt; so I began watching some porn. I found a new hot site there on the net…It looked interesting, showing pictures of white women with niggers.I was shocked to find a picture of Helena, my wife’s girlfriend.That cheating married bitch was a real slut; a bitch that I had fucked sometimes; a bitch that had got her husband become a cuckold…After checking out several pictures, I clicked on the link, watching a video. She was proped up in bed, surrounded by pillows - a very 50s pose. She sported a snow-white nightie with a abrupt and deep V-bodice. I was overcome by a warm rush from head to foot.I walked toward the bed, and sat next to Sheryl. She began undressing me almost immediately. From soft touches to firm embraces, from lips to necks to shoulders to breasts and beyond. It was incredbly natural-feeling, and my anxiety soon melted away. To be eventually cradled between her extraordinarily long legs was. " If that's what he wants then let him get white," my wife replied.I got the sense that she thought I'd regret that choice but I was surethat was what I wanted. After all, how could a white garment showthrough a white shirt?"Do you know what size you need?" the clerk asked."He's wearing a 42B but I know your sizes aren't necessarily the sameas other stores so you better measure," my wife suggested."Good idea," replied the clerk. "Please follow me."We headed toward the dressing rooms; the.