I desperately wanted him to fuck me which I have never had done to me but with me and the wife only ever fantasizing about my bi side together (she do...sn’t know about the fun I have without her mmmmmmmmm) it was too risky even to try. However I did manage to enjoy lots of other fun. I sucked the pussy juices and drops of spunk off the black cock when he had finished fucking my wife as the other guy took over. The black guy bent over to give some attention to my wife’s tits and to finger her ass. My shorts and shirt got wet and so did I. Aarti hugged me under the shower and kissed me. I threw away my clothes and naked we stood under the shower, touching and fondling each other, soaping and running our hands over the ups and downs of our naked bodies. My fingers played with Arti’s cunt and she gasped for breath as she bit softly on my neck. Her hands traveled over my butt cheeks and we clung to each other. We were locked in a long wet french kiss before Aarti stopped and said” We must. “That you must earn,” she says.I can only conclude I am being trained in some way, prepared for some unspecified service. Regina’s lack of inhibition, her obvious collusion with her mother, combined with her playful stand-offishness, suggest that I am being “softened up.” Whatever the intention, the effects are profound. I have become distracted, yet suggestible. Outside her presence, I stare into the middle distance. I say little. In her presence, I can only await the next move in the. But before I started time, I took several pictures of the naked girls on my phone, so I could always see them naked. I said, "time START", and sure enough, time started again. It was priceless to see all the looks on the girls faces, they all felt very strange. I could hear them saying that they felt something wet in them, and that their boobs and ass were sore. I couldn't help but laugh. I got home, and my mom said, "Joe, come here, I need to tell you something." "What, Mom?!", I exclaimed..