It waited for us as we pulled into driveway, semi-dark in the falling evening shades. My home, inherited from the divorce, paid in full. For the first...time since the divorce it felt like home, my home. Me, the new me, bringing a special guest home, the lovely Andrea, the musical and sexy Andrea.I was nervous, a panicky host, welcoming her there, showing her the lounge, the kitchen. A small smile played on her face, her dimples showing. She took my hand in both hers and said to me, formally,. That way you will have some clean dry clothes for tomorrow. OK?’ ‘Sounds good to me.’ They walked to the motel and found their rooms. They were in adjoining rooms. They were talking at the door when her things arrived. She told him put his dirty clothes in her room while he took a shower, then to wait while she took a shower and put on some clean clothes. He took his shower and climbed in bed and fell asleep. Later he awakened to a knock on his door. He yelled that it was open. The door opened. By now the assortment of black cocks were on full view and my wife was window shopping. The one was long and thin, about twice the length and thickness of mine. He approached us, his right hand gripping his erect cock. Apart from a hard-on, the only thing he had on his black body was a string of glass beads around his neck and a smile. Click.The next was large but very thick almost like a beer can, brown with a pinkish brown head. The third was indeed an African specimen. Pitch black, fully. " Alright then. I'll pick you up after school then."She touched his face and got out the car. "See you then."Ryan watched his sister until she was finally inside the building. He watched her little body sashay so sexy as she walked. "Damn, I'm one lucky bastard," he said to himself."Hey! Where have you been? I've been trying to call you!" Ryan almost jumped out of his seat. It was Crystal, his girlfriend. He'd been so wrapped up in Natalie, that he almost forgot about Crystal. She stood looking.