I was enjoying masturbating as I listened to them have anal sex. I heard her say ooooohhh and I could tell it was a mix of pleasure and pain. She told...him to go slow, then said it's really deep. It got quiet for a few seconds but soon I heard the bed again and I knew he was fucking my wife's asshole. They were both moaning now and the bed was getting louder. I heard him say "Fuck that feels good!, Your ass is so tight". That was enough to push me over the edge and I came all over myself. My. I agreed and we met at a local sports bar and had a few beers and found that we enjoyed each other’s company. He told me that he had a workshop behind his garage and wanted to know if I would like to see it. Well, I was a bit nervous and said “maybe at a later date”. We exchanged cell numbers and he went home and I went back to the office. That evening I got a text from him saying how much he enjoyed meeting me. I sent him a text back with the same sentiment. We chatted for a while and agreed. I love my dad. It’s where my personal strength and love of firearms come from. My mother Fatima Dawit is a Somali national who moved to Eritrea while fleeing persecution in her old homeland and converted to Christianity after finally moving to a land where religious freedom is the law. My mother told me a lot of things about her old life in Somaliland. The brutal things that Somali men did to Somali women in the name of Islamist patriarchal domination. And Somali women simply went along with. The effect was that one piece ran up the crack of her ass, over the shoulder and covered one breast, while the other ran up her front side, over the other breast. While the thin transparent material did little to hide her tits, the only way she could conceal her cunt was to keep the material bunched between closed legs. Or, at a whim, she could move to expose her bald pussy at will. At any rate, the flowing material up her crack, leaving her backside totally exposed, accentuated her ass cheeks..