‘Lean back! It’s a comfy couch. You’ll love it.’ She did. I sat down next to her, set the shot glasses down on our coffee table, filled them ...p and handed her one. ‘Cheers,’ I said. And we drank. And we drank another one. And another one. We weren’t really saying much, but after we’d done a fair amount of shots, I noticed a change in her demeanor. She started to laugh after every shot, she was bouncing around on the couch cushion, and her eyes had a glow in them, like she was losing her. He took hold of her head and guided her movements, pressing his cock against the back of her mouth. She gagged slightly as he plundered her charms, not quite possessing the oral talents of Jamila.He sped towards climax and filled her with his seed. She gulped everything down then smiled up at him, a tenuous trail dribbling from her lips."You've got a bit here," he informed her, pointing to his own chin."Mmm," she cooed, using her finger to remove every last trace."Are you okay?" he asked. Shecleaned herself up and poured another glass of wine.She stepped into a leopard-skin patterned pencil skirt that hugged herbuttocks and thighs. A kick-pleat split the back of the skirt andMichele looked over her shoulder and checked out the tantalising viewof the back of her thighs in the mirror. Perfect! She pulled on awhite satin blouse, buttoned it up and tucked it into the waistband ofher skirt. She adjusted the blouse and then closed the zip on the sideof her skirt. She checked. I picked a really nice guy from New York who happened to be hung like a horse and was looking to break in a new couple into interracial swinging.His fantasy fit exactly what I was looking for because he wanted to meet a white couple who had an interest in cuckolding the husband.We set everything up for the following weekend and my husband and I would be there to encourage them and make the husband more comfortable watching his wife getting screwed by a black stud for the very first time.We all.