“My name is Jordan and I am the husband of a blonde,” the tall, athletically built man said morosely.“Hello, Jordan,” they all chorused.Jordan...gave a stuttering laugh. “I guess you can tell that needing to come here came as kind of a shock to me. I come from a long line of sensible, intelligent black women,” he said somewhat sheepishly. He was the only black man in the group and he seemed to feel a little out of place despite the sympathy he saw in the faces turned up to him. “I met my wife. My balls churned and my cock tightened as both slammed against her and into her clutching wet depths. I pulled her hair back as her ass came up higher against me. Now fucking her at a frenzied pace I felt my balls release my cum and it seemed to gain power like a cannon that blazed up my cock in a heavy, thick stream finally releasing into her tight ass rope after rope of hot, creamy cum that she could feel blasting her insides again and again. She screamed and milked my cock harder coaxing me. Then she was sitting in a booth that was like a half circle with two guys and she was sitting in the middle between them. I watched and they weren't dancing much anymore and Karen would sometimes lay her head on the back of the booth with her eyes closed. Sometimes she would sit there like that with her mouth open and I noticed that both guys were watching her face and smiling at each other and wondered which one was playing with my wife's pussy. Then she would sit back up giggling and would. I smiled back at her. The next hour passed excruciatingly slow. The family was acting very happy and care-free and I tried to play along with them. I knew they missed Cade just as much as I did, so I figured I should be enjoying this get-together just as much as they were. ‘Cheyenne, honey?’ Misty said finally. ‘Would you like your surprise now?’ Cheyenne, of course, squealed in delight at the thought of a Christmas present a day early. ‘Well, its out in the garage, you will have to go see.