”My voice was shaky because I had my pussy filled with Dave's dick and I was being teased!“I am fine; I was in the bathroom when you called.”I h...ng up.“He will be here in an hour,” I cried.Dave went to pull his dick from my pussy and I grabbed his ass and shouted.“I want you to finish what you started.”“Yes Ma’am!”Dave continued to fuck me for another ten minutes before shooting his juice deep inside me. We lay there, naked in each other's arms for a further five minutes before he got up to get. Mark had undone her blouse now and he continued to work on her beautiful soft boobs, Sarah was moaning as he did so, Mark stopped and looked at me, "can you remove your wifes bra please, so i can kiss and suck her breasts" without a hesitation I shot behind Sarah and undid the clasps, the bra dropped to the ground and Mark began to gently suck and kiss her nipples, Sarah's head fell back and she was moaning, he guided my wife to sit down on the edge of the bed where the kissing and boob groping. Then the bathroom door opened and she emerged wrapped in her customary towel. Instead of going to her room as usual, she turned and came out into the kitchen. She smiled at me. "Gosh, I love to just soak in the shower, don't you?" She walked over to the sink, and bending slightly, swung open the door of the base cabinet and flicked her fingers over the waste basket. "Hair." She reported. "Don't want the drains to plug up." Is that all? I thought, desperately. She's not going to ask! The. My parents hatred didn’t have to colour the way I saw the world, or shape the rest of my life. I now understand that the experiences they had shaped their vision of the world. They are essentially the sum of their experiences. I don’t have to follow their path. I can choose my own way in this life. I don’t have to let bigots affect me one or the other. I now know that bigots come in all shapes, sizes and colours. Sometimes the most bigoted person in the room isn’t the white person standing.