"Little kiss first."It was brief but I wouldn't call it 'little.' Her tongue was alive and electric. When she pulled back we just stared at each other...for some seconds until she looked down at my mouth. "Let me see if I marked you. Nope, not yet. Go!"I felt somewhat unsteady as I walked to the door. Again the doorbell was unneeded. April handed me a shoulder bag, "Have fun." She leaned out the door and waved at Dani.The bag was neither very full nor very heavy. It didn't feel like an overnight. I'm 22 years old and, up until last month, I was a newlywed. My wife, Chelsea, died in a terrible accident. Actually, you could say she was killed when she was hit by a pie wagon while crossing the street. Actually it was an Entenmann's tractor trailer, but it had pies onboard, so it was, technically, a pie wagon. I'm not making light of her death by bringing this up, but seeing the irony in it helps me to deal with it. Otherwise I would go crazy. The unexpected and tragic death of anyone, much. After those three seconds he would go right back to plowing my slutty throat away.When he finally let my throat rest he told me to get on the bed; ass up, face down. We had merely mentioned plowing my virgin ass, but never had agreed upon it. While that ran through my mind, my body took over and I threw myself face first into the mattress. I looked to my left and saw him grabbing a condom and some lube. He lubed up his fingers and simultaneously shoved two of his fingers in my ass and his dick. I heard slurping sounds and looking at the mirror at the head of the bed was shocked to see my Mom sucking one of the blacks huge black cock, her full red lips tightly clasped around the very thick shaft, her blond head moving back and forth as she sucked. She had her free hand wrapped around the second black?s long and thick black cock stroking it lovingly. She would alternate between the two enormous black cocks, sucking each hotly, hotly humming as she sucked.The black high school boys, both.