Having administered the last of the whacks the wife used her beautiful red painted toed foot to push me over on to my side, The cool tiled floor not o...fering any real comfort but I could see the three of them now talking about what should happen next. The mother in law, still a handsome women in her early sixties, heavy hanging tits like her sister who was a few years older, flat tummy and a nice trimmed pubic area, reached over with her manicured foot and pushed me onto my back. The movement. The friends name was Jeff. Both Jeff and my brother would come home every other weekend. I was around enough to get to know Jeff. After a few visits, he decided to ask me out and we started seeing each other more regularly. After Jeff left the college that Soring, he decided to move to Dallas and get a job with a family friend so that he could be closer to me. We kept seeing each other. Jeff would come pick me up at my parents house and take me over to his apartment for the evening. When. Stars? Yes, Stars ... BRIGHT stars. Uh huh, it's perilous ... that's what this is, perilous. Through the night? I'll never make it through the night ... Ship is watching and I'm going to be gallantly streaming if I can't think of something besides rockets and bursting ... Oh shit ... Damn, I'm near bursting ... I'm going to salute, salute, salute ... what? Oh the flag ... The flag? oh yes ... it's still there ... uhh ... uhh ... uhh..."Oh Good GAWDDAMN, Simone. That's Amazing!" See, Ship? Men. I went to the living room instead, and sat down with my lap top and began (once again) to review the many photographs I'd taken of our time in Kenya; and especially of those times when Omar was with us in our hotel room!I scrolled down to one in particular, that showed my lovely wife with her legs spread far apart as Omar's massive black cock was just entering her pussy. As I stared at this image, I could clearly recall that moment---my heart was beating so hard and so fast; there was that.