I loved her that moment more than I’d ever loved anything in my life. Love seared my soul, burning inside me, and something inside me died just a li...tle bit, because I felt helpless, I loved her but I couldn’t tell her. I opened my mouth to say something but I didn’t know what to say. She smiled gently. She leaned even closer.“Robert,” she said, whispering so softly I could barely hear her, “Thanks again.”I didn’t speak, I just moved my mouth. You’re welcome, I mouthed. She leaned closer. And. ....it feels amazing. I panic and try to move out from under him, but my wife is moaning and tightly grasping my head. David keeps fucking me deeply and puts his weight in to every downward thrust. He isn't so much fucking me as pulling his dick out to the tip and then plopping down on my ass, thrusting all the way in. Pressuring against my prostate and the sensitive area and culminating each thrust with a slap of his balls on mine. Its ecstasy. And I'm embarrassed. I squirm but I think David. My inner pinkness was showing for them all to see. I looked over at my hubby and I could see that he was having difficulty controlling his cock. In fact, he was soon on his feet and headed for the pool to "cool off". I was loving the attention knowing that Bob, Sam, Alison and Carole were all looking at my freshly fucked pussy. I desperately wished that the other people around the pool could see my pussy in it's aroused state. I knew that anyone walking past who looked in my direction would be. And a very, very, black Christmas for them. Big Rosie added. WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD Moving into the new community felt like the ending of segregation of southern schools in the 1960s and 1970s. Every set of white eyes watching the black family was judging with a preconceived notion of who they were. Ignoring the reality that the Jones were a very successful family, more successful than almost every white family in this walled community. Mr. David Jones was a CEO of one of the biggest.