And again. No waves this time. These were full-body convulsions.How the hell was I supposed to hold on and hold out? Apparently I wasn’t.“Cum with...me, Derrick!” she commanded loudly. And I did, grabbing her hips, pulling her fully down on every inch of me, and finally -- FINALLY! -- getting the release that had been building for hours.“Fuccck, yess!” came Camille’s reaction with the first pulse, grinding her ass.Neither of us visibly moved for several seconds, but her orgasm milked every last. Anita brought the conversation around to looks and being an older woman; but then he quickly took his opportunity to tell my sexy wife she looked amazing and how her husband was a lucky man…Then my wife asked him if he felt lucky this afternoon.He looked surprise about the question; but then Anita walked around the kitchen island to where he was sitting and she placed her soft hand onto his lap. She leaned on him and she asked the same question, if he was feeling lucky….The young black man. Soon, although she initially dreaded even the thought of touching him, she was bewildered to find herself desperately wanting to please him, trying every trick she had ever read in womans magazines or had heard of from friends, just to get a moan or inkling of approval from him. He made not a sound and his face showed no emotion or pleasure, he remained aloof and distant. She took as much of his length deep into her throat as she could manage trying her best to coax his seed from its hidden. I was a bit taken aback by her order, but I did as she told me. Following her instructions, I did so with my legs together and to my right side Brandies sat cross-legged with herself open for all to see. I wasn't sure why, but something told me that a change was coming to Thirteen-sixty-nine Cowpers Way.As the others sat around the table eating and talking, I followed Brandie in consuming ours. With what appeared to be practiced grace, she drank the contents then scooped up the devolving pizza.