My pussy, which had only just come off standby under my own caresses, was lit up like New Years Eve in Times Square orwherever it is. She hadn't eve... touched me there, yet. Her soft sticky lips surrounded the erect nipple, just caressing, no suction as yet. I was quivering under her touch. Her hand slipped down my belly, I flinched, a reflex. I tried to close my thighs but she was past my defences, my half hearted defences. Her soft hand was into my jama bottoms, on it's way to my pussy,. I just got back from the gym and fresh out the shower, so I figured I could go for some head right now. I respond to the ad, sent a face pic with a little about me and hit the send button. They responded within a couple of hours letting me know that I was exactly what they were looking for. The wife has never been with a black man but she has always dreamed of it. They both were 39, me 23 at the time, I figure I'd make a white woman's fantasy come true. We set up the meeting and a couple more. Dan usually had the job of making the dinner rolls. When he was younger, that meant breaking apart the little cylindrical containers with the pre-made dinner roll dough. As he had gotten older, he actually made rolls from scratch.This Thanksgiving, Dan slept until just before dinner was ready. His mother woke him early enough to shower, shave, and dress for the formal meal. When he went out to the dining room, everything was already made. He was rather disappointed to see that his mother had. Scarlett set the October issue of Vanity Fair in front of him. She covered up part of the accompanying text naming the young woman on the cover. She asked, “Who’s she?”Dave glanced over and answered, “That is Felicity Jones. She doesn’t smile enough, but I suppose that’s her British stiff-upper-lip showing through.”Scarlett looked surprised, “You know her! I’m surprised.”Dave defended, “I do go to the movies once in a while. I think she’s one of the prettiest actresses in Hollywood, present.