So the next couple of days I checked the video action on the bedroom camera and nothing unusual Susan would come home change your clothes watch TV and...really nothing unusual until , till last Thursday that's the day I normally have to stay late at work and always call before coming home. So Thursday's video show Susan coming home watch TV but this time she changed into some sexy lingerie which I had never seen before and then I saw it a large black guy entering the room holy shit she greets. They would lightly glow and cause the hilts to heat up in the presence of magic.But somehow this was all his skill.She knew she was still better with swords than him. And if she ever had the cause to use two swords at the same time, he was screwed.While he was quick and fast, she was still a bit more flexible and had seasons of experience.But she still had to pay attention if she wanted to win with a single sword. Her margin for victories was by an extremely thin width sometimes.What amazed her. That meant that all through my teens and my early adult life I have seen parts of her breasts, her thighs, parts of her booty, parts of her pubic hair and on a few occasions even faint impressions of her vagina through her thin cotton shorts. On my part I wore briefs around the house, sometimes allowing her to see impressions of my penis through my briefs, without feeling ambarassed. The thing was, until that fateful night when we discovered the sexual attractions between us, neither of us. I shoved two fingers up inside myself as I flicked my thumb across my clit as I stared at his cock. I could tell he was getting closer to making himself cum as I moved up to straddle his legs once more. Moving one hand up out of my panties as I continued to work on my pussy, I pulled the material aside, exposing myself to him. Bending my knees slightly, I held myself just above the tip of his cock as I worked my fingers in and out of my cunt, getting closer to orgasm. “You wanna cum baby?” I.