"Jeff looked at the jar, then at my wife's pussy, then grinned again. "You do it, white boy," he said, arching his back, his cock bobbing out in front...of him, inches away from my wife's dewy opening. I don't know why, but I was so mesmerized by the whole kinky scene that I took a fingerful of vaseline and rubbed it on the head of his cock, then smeared it on down the length of his shaft. Jeff groaned as I got some more on my hand and, making a fist, proceeded to slide it down the length of his. Since it was a Sunday afternoon and nobody was at home, we both decided to relax in my bedroom like all cousins do when they meet up. We were talking to each other and she being the elder sister was asking me about how I was, what that was etc. And soon she told me “I love your head massages please do it now “. I said ok because I love giving massages.She laid down on the bed on her back. Her head was on my legs and I could see slightly through her top into her bra.I didn’t give it much thought. My parents left their homeland because of the apartheid laws, Papa was a judge there and they'd always had two or three black servants and the new laws were stifling their way of life. Personally I don't think I'm racist or bigoted, I've been out with an Indian guy and have Asian friends, I just never met any black people. Some of my parent's attitude must have rubbed off on me though because I felt really wound up and uncomfortable at his proximity to me.On the set Dave's assistant was black. They were wearing thin, light blue, cotton dresses, and lying facing the houses. This meant of course that Jim had an unrestricted view up Katy's dress, a view that became even more exciting when she parted her knees and just lay there with her feet about a metre apart and her knees splayed wide apart. Had she no modesty, thought Jim. He was right - these girls were shameless little prick teasers, and just loved to tease men like this. Jim watched as the little white panties became visible,.