Sometimes she would just spill some juice on mypants and then rub me like she was helping me clean myjeans. Once she even said, “Thank the gods ...ts only colddrink! We wouldn’t want to burn IT up with hot coffee!”while eyeing my crotch. Sometimes she even did this allin front of Bhayya. Every time I’d be flushed with hornyembarrassment! From the fear of getting asm.‘Yep!’ I thought to myself eyeing her puckered assholewith a devilish smile on my face.I took. They never really argued. I think Mama just wanted more than being with a nice man who never curses or thinks negative thoughts. As I said, Daddy is a sweety pie...I think she was looking for a more tart pie."I arrived right at four-thirty. I parked my Ford truck out in the driveway. I walked up to the house carrying a bouquet of spring flowers, and knocked on the door. Her father opened the door and slowly said, "Well hello there young man come on in and let's get acquainted a bit." We. I was certainly distracted just thinking about last night and tonight might be like. The day was done early for me. I went back to the hotel and had a good workout. A nice long hot shower just relaxed me more. I went down to the bar to have a drink before dinner. Bill was there alone. He said he needed a drink waiting for the girls. They were all up in the room getting dolled up for the night. He said all three of them were excited about going out tonight and wanted to look their best. After a. And I wanted her to wear something that would be a reminder later down the line of what she was wearing it when she gave herself to a black man.My wife appeared out of the bathroom naked and still dripping wet, and asked me what I picked out. I stood up, brought her favorite robe over, wrapped it around her shoulders from behind, and told her that when I spoke to Frank, he told me that he would be bringing one of his co-workers up to the room, so she’s going to get 2 big black cocks in her.