There he was, sprawled back on his bed, legs over the corner toward me. He has black hair on his chest and it streams down a centerline toward his pen...s. The hair is thick and curly around his penis and balls and his thighs are muscular and hairy too. I can no longer properly refer to it as his "cute little pee-pee" as I did when he was a baby.His wondrous cock is long and macho like the rest of his body. He had a pair of my panties wrapped around the shaft but there was still visible naked. He was a tall, powerful man with a very thick and long cock and big balls and a perfectly trimmed lush black bush. He was obviously enjoying the experience too. His tongue was sliding in and out of his wife’s hot pussy very quickly and urgently. He was teasing the little triangle of hair on her mound with one equally urgent hand and pinching her hard right nipple with the other.. The husband stood behind a bougainvillea hedge five metres from them and observed the whole performance. He. I heard his door open but then didn’t hear it close. The giggling continued for a few minutes but eventually fell silent. I was already wet and tingly and without realising, had begun teasing my pussy lips. Long before their moans began drifting though the wall. I was getting more and more turned on, beginning to moan myself, for the first time in my life, pushing my fingers deep into my pussy. Up until then, when I’d masturbated, I’d only ever teased my clit but at that time I was imagining. The friction was just enough to make him feel warm and tinglinginside.John recalled those books that had betrayed him, Accord, Relate andSearch, with their stories of mature women feminising and controllingyoung men through the power of their hourglass figures, dominant girdlesand the boy's weakness for silk, satin, taffeta and nylons.He went to sleep in his own bedroom fantasising over those stories so whynow when it was all coming true did he feel nervous, in fear that he wasabout to say.