It was a good night.The next night at home, as I thought about the previous night, I got so excited that I had Marsha give me 3 blowjobs before the Ni...htly News. Once in bed, I fucked her for hours. As I analyzed what turned me on so much, it was that my wife would do anything I asked. The idea of a Black man, or a woman, or a group was so foreign to her, that she would never do these things on her own. It was then that I decided it was more important for me to watch Marsha than to even get. I kept taking longer strokes, they just felt good to me. As my strokes lengthened, I started grazing my asshole, when I realized that it felt good to rub my asshole, I flipped over onto my stomach, spread my legs, and bent my knees slightly. I started rubbing my asshole and pussy from this position. It felt amazing to rub my asshole, so I started to focus on that. The longer I pleasured myself this way for, the more I wanted. Soon, I slipped a finger into my asshole. My finger felt huge in my. It was like that Eddy Murphy outfit from “delirious“but black. So I guess it was more wearable than it appeared on first sight if you had that 80’s revival back in mind. It was an overall with some zipper on the front. I opened it. Then it got a little strange. It had looked as if that zipper ended about the height of my navel. But in fact the zipper went down to the place where my balls would be.Anyways. It didn’t seem as if I had any other option. And it was not as if it wouldn’t make me hot. Kent was equally smitten. He would normally have taken food with him and stayed out all day, but the thought of an extra hour with Janice was too enticing to miss. Having settled Stuart to his desultory attempt to paint which, was one of the few activities he attempted, Janice set off with Kent for Outlaw’s Cove. As she had said, it took only about fifteen minutes to get there. As they walked they discussed Forlorn Point – its advantages and disadvantages, but avoided the questions they really.