My hands roamed slowly over my silk covered skin... gently tracing the soft curve of my shoulders, the contour of the muscles in my upper arms... down...my sides... my hands were the instrument, but it was your touch that I felt.When your hands found my breasts I whimpered with relief at the sensation of your warm hands finding my tender flesh and hard little nipples. Your satisfied low growl sent splinters of electricity to every fiber in my being and through the delicate fabric your rolled them. I had him position himself to where he was tilted slightly backward, his buttocks on the floor, and his legs stretched out across the top of mine. I began to come over his stomach as he helped me, then moved it around to spread across him. After he emptied me, he stopped stroking. He again rubbed his hands completely on himself where I was, but this time I told him to rub it on his face and into his behind. He did. I then stood him up, took his boyhood in my mouth again to clean him, and. She closed her eyes and said: Uh! Um! Uhm! Ah! Ahuh! Ah! Auh! Auhm! Ahm! Auh!I took both my hands outside her breast blouse and rubbed it scorched it pinched her nipples and started squeezing them over and over again harder and harder for 5 minutes. She got in full mood and turned towards me and said: Auh! Ah! Augh! Aughah! Aung! Oung!” I rubbed my lips on her shoulders and neck and kissed them. She got in full form and turned to me and locked lips with me and said: “Ungh! Umh! Ooooooh! Ooooba. Was she being forced? Was she cheating? I ducked down and moved to where I could get a peek through the window and was stunned. I couldn't move. There was my wife on the love seat perched atop of black guy with his hands wrapped around her ass cheeks as she rode him. Sitting adjacent to them on the couch were two more black guys. One of them was rolling a marijuana cigar on my coffee table and the other was using his cell phone to record what was taking place between his friend and my wife. She.