I slid down my gym shorts which got caught on my five fully erect inches. Taking myself in my hand I crept closer. My hand at the base I attempted t... put myself inside my wife. She was dry. I tried again, without avail. “Here…,” My wife reacted, changing her position from prospering her head up with her hands, and sliding both of them underneath along her stomach, opening her pussy more. “Alright, stick it in..,” She said in an unemotional voice. For the third time I tried, but I was. "Here, Bob, kiss me now, just in case!" I did so very willingly, her hand on my thigh as she leaned and tilted her beautiful face up. Her lips and tongue tasted like sperm, negroe sperm, and she knew it and didn't care any more. I kissed and tongued her,groaning, until she giggled and pushed me away. "Down boy," she smiled, seeing my little projection in my lap. "I also wanted to make sure you weren't put off by a white woman who's just come from a black man, and I guess you aren't, are you,. Especially since I caught her masturbating to my collection of girly magazines. Now I’m going to let this slide this one time because today is my son’s birthday and I don’t want to ruin things for him. But that’s only under three conditions.” said Mr. Test.Joni was in a bit of shock with some of the things her father just said. One of which raised an important question like how could he have not found those girly magazines? But then he found his voice, “Thanks Mr. Test, I really appreciate you. I didn't know where to start. I tried to mutter a few explanations, but Shannon wasn't listening. She very purposefully walked over towards me and grabbed the bulge in my sweatpants."What do you say we give it a spin, hun," she teased as she grabbed me by the balls and looked back at the TV. I was speechless. And yet I managed a measly "Okay" before she wrestled me to the couch and began ripping my clothes off.Caught up in the passion of the moment I never once questioned my actions. All I.