She hadn’t left the house, and her time was spent either alone or with Theo.And when she was with Theo, she certainly didn’t want to be wearing pa...ts.But now it was Sunday night - a full 8 days since she’d arrived - and she knew it was time to go.It was time to return to New York, and leave her hunky boyfriend’s thick cock behind.Just the thought of it caused her to emit a sad sigh.After another weekend of near-constant fucking, Theo had insisted that she go, insisted that she leave the bed,. In bed that night I asked my wife, "Does she know we were listening?" Yes, but she doesn't know how long." Are you jealous of her?" I guess I'm jealous of her youth and her freedom."I said, "I was thinking how I would feel if I came home and heard that noise from our bedroom -- knowing your were with someone like him."That got my wife's attention. "Why are you thinking things like that?" Don't you know of a couple women at work that have black lovers? Maybe you should experience it." I'm. ." before I could answer I was in his arms and our hot lips pressed against each others'. My arms instinctively went around his beautiful body and we started grinding, right there at the door. I could feel his hard, hot cock and I'm sure he felt mine through our clothes. He started taking my clothes off and I did as much as I could to his, but mostly my hand searched for his manhood. I loved the feel of his cock and had spent all day dreaming of it in my hand, in my ass and my mouth and. Again she didn’t say anything but stood up for me. Still kneeling in front of her I grasped the top of her Lycra pants on each side of her wide hips and slowly slide them down over her plump ass with a bit of difficulty. Once they were down to her ankles she flicked them aside with her foot and immediately sat down.She looked at me with a big grin and spread her legs wide exposing a very wet shaved pussy. She was clearly aroused with her pussy lips having swelled and her large clit standing.