I stuck my fingers down my own bottoms, rubbing my clit as I watched my little private porn show, starring my husband and my friend. He started kissin... her collar bone and neck, his hand holding her neck so she wouldn’t get away. With his other hand he reached down between them and was rubbing his hand on the outside of her bikini bottoms. She was soaking wet, and there was a visible spot where my husband was rubbing. He pulled the flimsy material to the side and slid in his fingers. He had two. Who taught you ... who taught ... you how?" He growled and grunted into her ear as he fucked her brains out.Mother had told her afterwards that was how Amazon women were and that they naturally regained their former shape after having given birth. Some sort of gift from the gods, mother had said one night while caring for her grandchildren that quickly earned her unconditional and absolute love. One of the triplets was male and Hippolyta {Queen of the Amazons} had become a regular fixture at. So this was an opportunity for me to talk with a shemale for the first time. I would head for Fourth Street about nine, just as they would start to show up. About the third or fourth time I went there I met Christine, a very sexy African-American Lady. She was about 5'4" and 110 lbs beautiful brown eyes and a slender sexy body. She was wearing tight jeans and a zip front jacket zipped down far enough so I could see a lot of cleavage. We chatted for a while and then I invited her to my place.. Immediately, faces began to appear between my legs. People who wanted to get a peek at the damage a really big Black cock could do to a White pussy. I thought this was a lot like the line of gawkers who slowed down to look at wrecks on the side of the road, and my first reaction was to try to put a stop to it by using my well-toned PC muscles to close-up the scene. I tried, but nothing happened. I couldn't shut off the view. I couldn't squeeze the cum out of me. I couldn't even tell there were.