And..." she knew that she was rambling and stopped, trying to figure out what to say.For the last three days she had been trying to figure what she wo...ld say. She had thought about what she would do now that she was totally broke and would be homeless soon. She did not think that Carl would try to control her now that her husband was dead. Several times in the last three days her thoughts were of him. She wondered where he had gotten his attitude toward women. She had never heard him discuss. Will the photographer be there too I asked? She said we haven't worked that out. I know he is a big black guy and the thought of her little body being used by a big black cock was exciting me. That idea was never totally shot down so there is hope. She has had a hysterectomy so she doesn't have to worry about getting pregnant. I'm secretly hoping she lets him take her, but only if my son is there and watches. If he sees how a black man fucks his wife he will start paying more attention to her.. "Then why did you marry the loser," said the friend seated to her left at our dinette table. There were five of them in all. I knew the visitors pretty well: they were often over for coffee or drinks or dinner or all three. Lori and Stacy were accountants. Deidre was a dance teacher from the studio. And, Rhoda was a care giver to an aged rich guy. The one asking the question was Rhoda. The lot of them were single except for my wife. And, all were in their mid to late thirties except Deidre who. She turned her face, blonde hair tumbling over her cheeks, and fitted her parted lips against the underside of his towering prick. She began to rub her mouth up and down between his balls and his cock-knob, playing his prick as if it were some vibrating juice harp.She hummed and sucked as she drew her lips up and down that iron-hard stalk. It jerked and jolted and more goo oozed into the corner of her mouth."Mom! Oh, jeez – Mom!" he gurgled, his head turned down, watching her play his cock like.