I am not white like milk. I am brown in color. I have waxed legs, round ass, perfect round little shaggy boobs with brown medium nipple. My figure is ...6-30-38 and has a long straight black, silky, very thick hair covering my waist. I have a daughter of 3 years.My husband love me and lot. He does anything for me. So now it’s my turn to do him a favor. And he states that his dream is that, to watch another guy fucking me in front of him. So as I love him I agree.On a Saturday while he is in off. ”“Man, that must suck.”“I don’t think I could do it, Tyrone,” I told him. “Have you guys gotten in touch with Roscoe?”“Mom called, but they’re on lockdown. She left a message with somebody.”I sighed. “Maybe I can do something about that. Let’s go talk to your mom.”Roscoe Buckminster was a first-class cadet at West Point, what everybody else would call a senior. Roscoe had wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps in the Army but decided to apply to West Point. Since their official address of. I did the same, right next to her. The light on my cell phone, which was sitting on the conference room table, blinked. We both looked at it. “Perfect timing,” I replied, knowing the email alert was the message we had been waiting on. Yvonne slipped on her blazer, as I retrieved my boxer shorts and trousers. I slipped my shirt back on, but left it unbuttoned. I watched as Yvonne stood and stumbled out of the conference room. I followed her to her desk. She took a seat and checked her email, as. First, I sat on the pot and spread my ass-cheeks open to let his load drip out. As it did, I heard quite a few splats in the toilet water. After that, I cleaned up and got dressed. While I was doing so, I heard him say, “Thanks again Mister,” and walk out. I waited a couple of minutes, made sure I was composed, and then I walked out. Once I was out of the men’s room I checked to see if my wife and Deb were back at the bar. They were not, so I went back to the hallway, opened the ladies’ room.