I stood there jerking off helplessly watching as my black friend fucked my wife to the point of insanity. She was babbling and groaning literall... flopping all over the bed.

The vaginal juice was literally running down the crack of her ass leaving a damp spot on the bed matting her thick dark pubic hair and coating his black cock, lubricating it and leaving a sheen that made it look even darker. 

Both participants being so aroused, this wasn't going to last long. He asked her if he should. At that precise moment, Tom took his fingers from my pussy and pushed one into my bottom. "Ahh, Oh Tom, What are you doing?" as I came some. I could feel him pulse inside of me thinking he was coming. He pulled out of me and rubbed the tip of his dick all over my bottom, wetting me. He pushed back into my pussy and stroked me, using the new wetness to push his finger in and out of my bottom. He repeated this several times with the only change is to put two fingers in me. While he would rub his. I had no idea but right across from me was a business called “Peter Pans Fantasy Book Store” and the owner was watching me out the window. He could see that I was in real distress and decided to come out to see what he could do. He sat down next to me, introduced himself as Peter and offered his assistance. I told him my situation and he invited me into the store where he would try to help me by phoning the Airline and some other hotels. Peter watched this young girl with a lustful eye,. That’s mostly through sex appeal, but other kinds of personal contact are great as well.“What if we were to send messages, probably written, to targets in the national security apparatus, which would give them ways to emphasize stability? My sense it would have to be someone in the Navy rather than Air Force, or perhaps to DCI McCone, not any covert operations people. We need to restrain the Air Force just as much as the Cubans. I don’t know if it’s better or worse that LeMay is Air Force Chief.