.. NO!" I said almost a bit too forcefully. "I don't want anyone doing anything differently just because I'm here," I told them both. "In fact, I find...it refreshing," I said seriously surprising myself. Dad knew how it was at home, or at least remembered things well enough. Mom wasn't exactly a prude, I'd even heard her curse on occasion, but I'd never seen her wear anything even remotely sexy or provocative either. Never in a million years would she be caught dead wearing cut off Levis or a. ‘Mistress, I want us to be completely honest. I don’t want you to hold back and hide your thoughts and needs. And I’ll promise that I’ll talk to you whenever I feel left out and alone, before I can do anything stupid. Would that… would that be okay?’ I watched her expectantly. Instead of answering, she slowly picked up the tray and set it down on the nightstand. Then she pulled away the blanket. It was almost funny that I felt myself blush when her eyes roamed all over my body. She sighed,. She moaned softly then quickened her movement and then stopped and I felt her tighten her pelvic muscles and knew she was cumming. She remained motionless for a few seconds as she was hit by the first wave of her pleasure, then I felt her hand between us and she began rugging her clit adding to the pleasure. I felt her nipples harden further and pulled her close to me so I could suck them into my mouth. I got lost in the moment and worked them over, first one, then the other. She moaned and I. So we sit at the bar drinking our beer and he ask what was on my mind? I say to him . I Dont know how to say this but you just hear me out. And if you want to great, if not okay we will go our way and never talk again. Go on he said. So I did. I said my wife has always kinda wanted to be with a black guy and I thought she might like you. I told him a little about her and showed him the pic of her pulling up her shirt. Then told about the mask and that he would have to wear a condom. He said.