Just the mystery of it, even though there wasn't much of a mystery. Like seeing a guy seeing most of a woman's thong that was sticking out.I felt her ...ongue all over my pussy lips, but it failed to penetrate them just yet. I seemed to love it and hate it. I knew she could do more, but she definitely knew what she was doing to keep me on the edge of my seat.I kept my eyes closed, but after a minute, I felt his lips come onto mine. "Interracial sex is hot, Summer, I can't deny that," he muttered. Tears flowed, she poured herself brandy and became silent and withdrawn excusing herself for an early undisturbed night. Next day she had Mike drive her to the gatehouse, the huge and ornate gates only symbolically shut for one day each year now just to say it is no public right of way, they now stood silently open tin the sunlight he cool breeze not strong enough to rattle them in there clips. She dismissed Mike sending him to the village to tell one of the part time cleaners, a recently wed. ..And she loved it.She reached a hand down, still disbelieving, to encircle his shaft in her delicate fingers where it entered her He was thicker than she had thought, considering how easily he was sliding into her. With all the wet running down her legs now, it was no wonder. She stroked him as he fucked her, his pace increasing slowly, his balls sticking through the hole with his member, slapping against her fingers. She removed them, finally believing it. She was being fucked. She wondered. Monica was again fucked nice and hard, enjoying multiple orgasms, sometimes I was a pest as I hovered around the fucking couple and one time my wife actually told me to get off the bed and leave them. I watched as my wife was at times was fucked senseless, being fucked every which way, in a state of stupor as she was rag dolled, silent scream as orgasms took hold, at times delirious saying "ar fuck me, ar fuck me" over and over. In the heat of the moments I would urge James on to fuck my wife.