" "Thank you daddy" Jenny answers. On the few occasions I have met Sky, she always just called me dad, and it was never really comfortable between u..., now it seems things are changing for the better. Sky asks outright, "may I call you Daddy too, it sounds so nice ?" I reply, "of course Sky, you can call me anything you feel comfortable with". At which point Sky bends and whispers in Jennys ear. Both girls giggle. "Ok" I ask, "what's the joke ?". Sky continues giggling, but Jenny gives. "John," I said. "If it's alright with you, I'd like a few photos of you with my wife, Jennifer." Sure, Mon," he said in his Jamaican accent. "I always love taking photos wife lovely white ladies."The bikini material was still see-through so the black man could see all of my lovely blonde wife's charms.Jennifer wasn't sure at first if she wanted photos with a naked black man but her husband continued to encourage her. It must have been the pina coladas from lunch or the sexiness she felt between. It was kind of endearing. He hung his head (his nose in my impressive cleavage) and started softly kissing my boobs. One hand was still fondling my ass. I wondered briefly where the other hand was. The unmistakable sound of a zipper. Oh God."Would you suck it? I'll go after that, leave you in peace?" The same playful smile. They had probably played this game a thousand times. "I did you last time," he said, in a childish voice. That would be my dumb luck. I must have looked horrified. "Are you. He knew this was the key to making it great for her. By this time his jaw was getting a little stressed from all the hard work, so without withdrawing his fingers, or stopping the internal massage, he pulled himself up onto the bed and embraced her longingly, kissing her passionately as before. He loved her, and loved to show it. His movements were making her gasp quite deeply now, and after a while this treatment would lead to another orgasm, making her muscles contract and so clench around.