I saw Ana was trying to resist and delay her climax; but suddenly I watched her body quivering and then I knew she had been washed by an intense orgas..., as that black guy kissed her and fingered her horny cunt…That black bastard stopped kissing her and leaned back, looking very proud of himself, letting the whole bar take in the sounds of my sexy wife getting off to his finger fucking. Anita was leaning back with her eyes closed, begging at him for more, between loud moans; she wanted him not. “How so?” I asked. “All they’re seeing is a picture.”“Is it a picture of you?”“You know it is,” she replied.“If the picture is of you nude, then they are seeing younude. Picture v/real time makes no difference. It Istill you,” I assured her. I told her that her parentshad invited us to go to the country club dance onSaturday evening. “I want you to wear the red blouse that we bought, amatching skirt, garter belt and nylons,. His name was Marcus, he was a senior and on the football team. Marcus, or Marc, as his friends called him, had several offers to play at colleges all over the country. And he didn't have time for a girlfriend. All the girls thought he was gorgeous but were too afraid to admit it. Afraid of what their parents would say. Afraid of what their boyfriends would do. And afraid to be the gossip of their tiny town. Quinn wasn't afraid, though. She didn't currently have a boyfriend, most of the town. It’s all rather embarrassing and frustrating,” I explained as I shared far more information than I wanted.Looking at several sisters’ body language, I saw signs of what looked like sexual responses from about half of them. Nipples had slightly hardened, many had leaned forward a bit more than usual, their faces relaxed and smiling or friendly neutral. Body postures showed a focused interest. At some primal level, pheromones floated like mist in the air, and my body was responding.I looked down.