I sat back immediately and put my palm back on my vulva as he retreated his fingers away swiftly. I looked at him, and he was checking my reaction. In...er me had enjoyed that touch.But I knew my father would not like touching his daughter. He was ashamed to have slipped his fingers and was looking at me apologetically.Me – It is alright, father. It was just an accident.He nodded and looked relaxed. But my muscles there were reacting quite the opposite to his relaxed state. My lower lips were. I winked back and nodded yes.This was getting good but it is not nice to stare at your wife while she hugs a black man. So I started to make an excuse to leave out from my chair at the kitchen table.“Don’t leave honey. Sit in the chair and watch. You may learn something too. Pete don’t mind” my wife said as Pete nodded yes.I get to watch sitting in a chair while my wife is rubbing up on a black guy. Of course it is for a cooking lesson but hey I am still enjoying it.I grabbed a beer and then. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the limo for the ride back to the funeral home. Once there I got everyone into my SUV and we headed home with Kim driving and me in the back seat still comforting Grace and Janet...Back at my house there was a steady stream of friends and family coming by offering their condolences. A few of them had prepared dishes of food for us which I put in the refrigerator. I noticed that both Grace and Janet were gradually calming down to only an occasional. ” “Whip it out then.” “No thats gay.” I was pretty embarassed to show him my dick that was a good 2.5” smaller. “Dude you talked a big game. Like you always do. You're such a little bitch, but you think you're the shit. You probably have like a 2 inch needle dick.” Dude “I was just messing around with you, I dont know why youre getting so mad” I replied. “Because you always talk shit, and you think you're so cool and act like you're way cooler than me cuz you have douch bag friends, but really.