..........Wendy looked up at Terry.I expected her to scream. Where was the scream??!!There was no scream.Instead, she calmly turned her head and looke... at me."Thank you darling, I was so looking forward to getting fucked by Terry".Wendy continued, "You look surprised darling. I didn't tell you that Terry is the cousin of my friend Marlene, did I? She saw you talking to Terry and when she found out what was happening she told me. I knew all along that I was going to be fucked first by a black. If being the doting widow made her happy, that's all that was important.I opened my arms and she came to me. Did she know that this was a turning point in our relationship? Could she feel that I was holding on to her; not just holding her? I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to feel safe in my arms. I wanted her to need me and I wanted her to know that I needed her."I need to call home and let my parents know I survived the weekend," I said.Cynthia lingered, hugging me tighter for a second. She pulled me near to her and I too embraced her in joy ,gently I squeezed her back , sensing scent from her long hair ,head & she also did same, I then moved my hand and placed on her boobs which had become full and warm again , it felt so warm , tense due to milk & her nipple was poking my palm , she unhooked her blouse & I eagerly took her nipple which was almost 1″ long , my god now she is really turned on and nipple is hard ,meaty & slippery due to oozing of milk , I tuned it so that whole. An awkward silence followed, neither of them knowing quite how to act after the previous night. Katie walked over to Streak's stall, and greeted the big, black horse. "Hi fella." The horse approached her and allowed her to stroke his muzzle."Katie, are you mad about last night?" No, why would you say that? Did I act mad?" No, but I just thought maybe ... maybe I pressured you, took advantage of you or something." Nothing happened last night that we both didn't want to happen, okay?" Katie.