Time goes by exchanging messages with trolls and cretins until I get one message. A closeted bi dude looking for a little discrete and occasional kink... fun. His name was Bernard, a widowed black man in his mid-50's living with his teenage daughter. He is a choreographer at the local art academy in his town. He is tall, with long dread hair pulled back and a smoothly shaven hairless ripped body so chiseled that every muscle are just picture perfect. Then there was his ebony Adonis of a cut cock!. Grabbing my tablet I announced I was going upstairs to read my book and that they could have the privacy of the room to themselves. Soon I was laying down on the marital bed and with shaking hands; synchronised the two devices and started to watch as they swam into view with a clarity that only a horny voyeur could appreciate!Shortly, they started to take the clothes from the bags and sort them into piles; bras, panties, skirts and dresses etc. Watching them I took my penis from my tracksuit. So managed to pulled the panty too where I found the clean shaved pussy and oozing with the juice. I just slided my pointing finger over her pussy and she just vibrated. Then I placed the two fingers and caressing the pussy lips. Then I widened her legs and started liking her pussy, she is enjoying the my pussy eating. After 5mins, she asked for 69 position. I just guided my dick into her mouth and she is sucking my rod like a lollipop. I’m busy with her pussy. In just 5mins I removed my dick. .” Marty felt my left boob, then turned his attention to the other. I was in a dream-like state of euphoria.“Can I touch you, where the Great Spirit blew?” I nodded my okay and his hand tendered my Mons with a gentle caress. The middle finger found the moisture and spread it along the split.I heard him whisper in my ear, as my eyes closed, “Mother, I want to suck your nipples?”“Yes, darlin', oh yes!” I said as more a moan than words. I was really ready to be taken by him. I was a goner! .