I can't help thinking of you as my father. I want you to be my dad."I got up and held her tight. I had to. I didn't want her to see how moist my eyes ...ere. I kissed her forehead and said, "I would be truly honored to have you call me dad. I couldn't ask for a nicer daughter."We stood like that for a long time. Tawney was crying and I was fighting to hold back the tears. I haven't cried since I was a young child. But I came very close to bawling like a baby right then.I finally pushed her away. We she didn"t Object to that her ran both hands up her side and carressed her tits. Seeing this, the other young black man who had also gone onto the floor came up behind Melinda. They sandwiched her as she danced. She began to grind back against the man behind her. Next the man in front began kissing her nexk. Soon the man behind was helping.. The my wife and the first man began to kiss deeply and I began to rub my average sized cock throuhj my jeans. I wondered how big these black men really. We lived in a really small town that you if you blinked you would miss it. My father died about a year before we moved. He was a truck driver for a big corporation that didn't pay well, one night my dad had been driving for eighteen hours straight when he drifted off to sleep and off the road.My mom, older sister, and myself moved from our home in L.A. to a tiny town outside N.Y. to start over from scratch. My sister had an easy time making friends, not so for me as I was a scrawny fourteen. He did not hesitate and in seconds he was pounding my wife from behind making sure he paid particular attention to the lacy fabric of her panties. He grasped her ass cheeks tight and pulled them wide apart so that I could get a better look at his cock sliding in and out against the thong deep into Neha’s tight cunt. As he began to build up speed I found my dick was hardening again ready for some more action itself. Neha had also noticed this and now it was my turn to enjoy my wife’s warm mouth..