He worked hard, but he could not seem to get deep enough. He worked by feel of hand too, not ever having learned to open his eyes under water. He came...up for air thoroughly embarrassed.“Oh, dear! Did we just discover an exercise where Danny Westbrook isn’t close to perfect?”“I never learned. There was no public pool where we lived. I learned some when we lived in Nevada, in a motel pool, but I was six or seven then.”“You wanna learn?”“Hell, yes! I can’t keep making a fool of myself, can I?”“All. Her ass felt so good against my hardening cock. She leaned back into me and moved her head to one side resting it against my shoulder. Her hair smelled wonderful and she felt wonderful.Her neck was begging to be kissed so I moved my head down and munched on her neck while tightening my arms around her waist which elicited a lightly audible, "mmmmmmmm" from her as she stretched her head back to expose as much of that kissable neck as possible.She started breathing harder while I worked on her. He didn't know what else to do, so he obeyed.Jennifer smiled, then got up and walked over to her closet, got out her strap-on dildo, and started putting it on. "What's that for, is Theresa coming over?" Matt asked.With the dildo in place, she walked back to the bed. "No, silly," she said, before pushing him down onto the bed, face first. She spat onto his asshole, and he felt her fingers spreading the saliva around."Wait, you're not gonna… hold on here! Wait just a— uuuggghhh!" Matt grunted,. He was telling her that she was like all white married women, that they couldn?t ever get enough big black cock in their pussies and he loved humiliating them so they would never go back to their wimpiest little white cocked husband to be satisfied. That she was a slut for big nigger cocks, that they were her masters. Lisa nodded yes as the second nigger kept fucking her sucking white mouth. The niggers were laughing at what they were doing to my lust filled white wife, Lisa, at what a cum slut.