I smiled at him, but he said not a single word. I could see his wet bathing suit up against his cock. His bulge there seemed to be very large and I co...ld notice his cock was already hard.A while later I came back to our room. But Victor was not there…I heard some knock at the door. I opened and there was the same old black man from the pool. He came in, closing the door behind.He stared into my eyes and I felt my hands starting to sweat.I lowered my eyes and glanced down at his bathing suit. He. So I sat down at the table and we talked about his ex-wife and why I didn’t work out. Then of course he had to finish with a weird comment “I wish she would have been cooler, like you.” Then it went quiet until after breakfast when we starting talking again while watching TV. But we started talking trash to each other then I poked him in his ribs, then he attacked me with tickles and we were rolling around then at this one point during the tickle fight I ended up on top and his hand slipped. ...The question is whose cum was it that had leaked from my wife's pussy into these lacey panties? In my dream she was in the shower, I started imagining that she was in there washing her pussy clean from the fucking she had just had...who was he? How did she meet him? Where did they go? Has she done it before? Sniffing and licking her panties again...I startled from my sleep so aroused, more aroused than I could remember. My heart was racing my cock rock hard. I had to reach down and check I. He slowly withdrew his leg and felt her hips quiver at its removal. "Mmm..." She moaned a complaint until he slowly worked her exposed right nipple. Her very soft tit was very rapidly hardening and he smiled, knowing she was moving steadily beyond self control, had she been capable of it at the moment. He unzipped her blue jeans and slid his free hand inside, working his fingers on the damp panties and massaging the tender skin he found underneath them. She reached down and took his.