I looked down in satisfaction as she released the still semi-flaccid cock from my pants. I noticed a slight movement in the shadows of a palm tree nea...by and smiled to myself as the soft, warm red lips of the married white GILF closed around their first black cock. Suddenly we were lit up by a flash of light. It was hubby. He had followed us and took a photograph, but the shithead had forgotten to turn the camera flash off. I yelled at him to show himself. Startled, Wendy swivelled her head. Not fifteen minutes of the movie went by before I was bored out of my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about John’s black dick and how hard he already made me cum. It drove me insane knowing that the biggest dick I’ve ever seen was three feet away and there was nothing I could do about it. John must be as bored since he was playing with his phone. A minute later I heard my phone's text alert from upstairs. “Be right back,” I said, as I jumped up from the couch. “Do you really need to get. Would you like to eat something? You look kind of tired?’ She kept an arm around his waist and moved him towards the bedroom. As they walked towards their room he wondered what made his instinct clamor so loudly about something not being right. She was the perfect wife. She would lay out his home clothes and his favorite slippers would be next to the recliner and pour his drink just right before serving dinner. And when he wanted to have sex no matter how early or late she was always agreeable. I skipped breakfast telling him I wasn’t hungry, but now I look at the plate and my stomach starts to ache in protest of my misguided attempt to hide from my dad. I turn my gaze back to the TV as he sits down on the couch beside me. “Hi baby” he says ruffling my hair and giving me a quick side hug I can’t help but smile, he such a good dad and always wants the best for me so why am I keeping him out. I turn to him and hug him around the waist like nothing happened between us. “Hi daddy” I say.