I told her you were good and she wants to watch. Would that bother you?” I was already getting hard thinking about it, thinking about sucking his c...ck in front of her. She smiled at me and I shook my head and said, “That’s OK.” He said, "Show her what you are wearing. We can see you have your stockings on, show her the rest." They sat on the couch and I stood in front of them. I unfastened my pants and slid them down my stockinged legs. They could see my garter belt, panties and black. I can’t deny that she is an attractive woman. She has naturally jet black hair. Mine is mousy. She has a voluptuous pair of breasts. I inherited mine from my father. She has a thin waist, thinner than mine. She has a tight butt, I haven’t. She is a nymphomaniac. I am not.It was an hour later when Rick came into the kitchen. There is no doubt that he has a body that was created in heaven. He has muscles on bronzed muscles. He has blond curly hair that looks as if my mother has been winding her. .it was the same thing I did. I dropped to my knees as he unbuttoned his jeans. He was as turned on as I was, that was obvious by the huge bulge in his tight white boxers. I reached out and rubbed it through the cotton. A small wet spot appeared in the fabric. An even larger one was spreading through the crotch of my sodden panties. I pulled at the hem of his shorts and they came down easily to reveal an erect, black cock. I just stared at it for a few seconds before I felt his hands on my head. Monitored*1978*Selene had spent the last half year in the Caribbean to recover from having become a widow again. Husband number twenty-three had left her a yacht, but apart from that, just like his predecessors, had failed completely. Selene had spent every night with him, but he had not been able to make her pregnant at last. And like all her husbands, he died of heart attack within two years of marriage. Men were simply not robust enough to satisfy her insatiable desire for sex, or rather.