I told Victor and he acknowledged him as well. The music was still going on and the black man walked to our table and asked my husband if I would like...to dance with him. We both said it was fine.He introduced himself as Jonas and while we danced he told me I looked really hot. I was wearing a skirt with black hose and sheer blouse that night. A slow dance came on and we stayed on the floor, He held me tight and I was surprised by the feel of his cock against my legs… I started to feel aroused. Rita told me. She let out such a relieved sigh.And then my sister pressed up behind me, her body so warm through our clothing. She pushed back my black hair, exposing my neck. I shivered, and not because a frosty, November day gleamed out the window over the sink.“I can’t wait for tonight,” she purred, her hands sliding around my hips, moving down my nightgown to my crotch. She nibbled on my neck, bringing another shudder. Her fingers pressed my nightgown into my pussy. “You’re going to pop my. The thought had never even occurred to me. As far as I could tell, the beautiful, womanly set was something she worked and worked well.“Jen...” I gasped in disbelief, not knowing what to say. “These?” I reached to her chest with my free hand. I expected Jennifer to halt my attempt, but instead she moved her arm out of the way. I ran my hand over her, lightly stroking the curve of her breast through her shirt. “These are absolutely stunning!”With a careful, light touch, I spun my thumb. I want to give you babies and raise them for you, too. It will be a great marriage, I am sure of it!” Lizzie told me with a few kisses to my face, which left plenty of lipstick on me.We both perused a few of the magazines and books a bit, though it was tougher to do with one hand each available and the other in handcuffs. Lizzie ended up buying a copy of Vogue or Cosmo or something like that, while I found a copy of Nietzsche’s Thus Spake Zarathustra, which I believed to fit the circumstances..