Sandrine chuckled. Her chuckle turned to a murmur of approval as Amélie’s hand passed across her bottom and lingered for a moment.“Yes, I am,” ...aid Sandrine. “Definitely black.”Amélie kissed her and the two were silent as they prolonged the contact. There was no need for fancy gestures or energetic ones. They were experienced lovers who knew each other’s desires. It was easy for them to raise the temperature little by little in small steps. They parted for a moment to relieve themselves of. This wasn't part of our pre arranged plan.But I walked over to them.He told me to cum on her tits.He began fucking her again, his hands had stopped playing her tits and they were bouncing up and down as she bounced up and down on his cock,this strangers cock.I shot my load over my wife's tits,something I hadn't ever done before.Usually if I tried my cum just ended up on my hand,but this time it shot out of my four inch cock like a bullet,covering her with my thick creamy cum.I cried out in. Mr. Monroe told her that we had to go to Lowes three counties away for some special screws and then we had time to watch a movie. So she thanked Mr. Monroe and we left. On the ride home my mom asked me what happened while I was there. I told her the same story as Mr. Monroe had and it wasnt brought up again. The next day in school was long and Mr. Monroes daughter, Kaite, kept on asking me why her dad wanted me to help him at the tack shop instead of her. Although, I knew why. I just kept. She had run off with Eddie and left our young daughter and me alone. We never heard from her until ... that day. The day she rang the door bell and tried to reenter our lives. She looked (and smelled) like the cheap whore she had become. Instead of letting her into the house, I handed her the divorce papers, told her where her things were stored and shut the door in her face. Oh, yes, I did tell her that I was calling the police since they had a warrant outstanding for both her and Eddie.