Just then Karen came in with Charles. I introduce Farmer Tom to karen and Charles. Tom was taken aback seeing it was an interracial baby. Farmer Tom w...s very friendly towards us and acted as our tour guide. When Karen and the k**s were ahead of us I know Tom wanted to talk to me. “Your baby. He is kind of….” before Tom could finish I said dark.Yea he is. I keep telling my wife I just don’t know what side of the family his darkness came from. Maybe I should do one of those family tree test. I. I'm coming back to add the following--I wanted to feel you come in my mouth.Okay, Maq, I'm editing again and adding some more. I wanted to be kneeling naked sucking you and stroking you while Lori's pussy pressed against my hand. I wanted to be feeling her wetness. I'm terrible. No, I'm not, I'm just terribly turned on.While reading your email, I could not help it. I stripped. I tossed my blouse and bra to the side. I almost killed myself getting out of those jeans. I read and I fingered. He lifted his shirt to reveal a mammoth belly, decorated with tufts of brown hair and glistening with his own sweat. He pressed it into me. It didn't take me much more.Huge strings of cum shot from my cock to the heights of his chest, outlining the valley between his tits and spurting small lakes of white on his belly fat. I could hardly keep my eyes open as my load spewed out of me, his fist squeezing the last of it from my slit. He rubbed it gently against his slick chest, exhaling in large. Do you like it?"(I was getting used to this swishy male in women's clothing calling meendearing terms, like "Darling" and "Honey" or "Baby". It just felt sounbelievably natural and warm.)"It's lovely, so elegant and yet comfortable too".I mildly surprised myself by choosing "lovely" instead of some othermore masculine adjective. Something inside me was subtly changing, butnaively, I couldn't.....or didn't want to....acknowledge it yet. Thepleasure of immersion in the femme world on the other.