The camera focused on the white hands for a moment as they slid from the black woman’s lower back to her firm, toned ass. She moaned out loud and sh...fted her legs, spreading them to give her masseuse better access. ‘The better to touch you with,’ the masseuse purred back. The camera stayed stationary but it was perfectly clear that the masseuse was working an entirely different set of muscles than the last massage Lynn had. The white woman’s forearm started flexing and the corded muscles. “Wow, you really use those well. You learn that in Japan Pete?”“Nope, we had a Chinese place in Idaho my family ate at all the time. But I did get a lot of practice there. I even have several sets at home, one is a travel set in a wood case I used to keep in my car. These disposable ones are OK, but I prefer to use my own. Kinda like using plastic forks as opposed to real ones.”“Yeah, I can see that. And this is really good, there is one of these actually close to where I live but I had never. With dual careers and teenage c***dren we needed a mini-vacation at the ocean to jumpstart the sexual chemistry that attracted us 13 years ago. I was taken aback, however, when not only did my husband ask to fulfill a sexual fantasy but also to film the experience for posterity. “Come on, honey. You can do it. It’ll be something special for both of us.” Jeff politely appealed. Throughout our marriage we enjoyed occasional adult videos and DVDs that culminated in evenings of incredible sex, but. I said, "My horse would like to know if she's allowed to go faster? She's a very polite horse. I like her." Haha. Horses CAN'T TALK! You're CRAZY, Mark." Jennifer asked Donna, "Is he always liked this?" Never this silly. Stop standing on the horse like that, Mark. If you make me laugh any more, I'll fall off." You should learn to ride properly, like me." Haha, haha. Stop it!"It was time I got down, so I crouched to take my weight on my arms, then let my legs down the side of the horse. I was.