Several times during the day I found myself daydreaming on what I planned to do. It was only when I would suddenly realized my panties were wet that I...became aware of my thoughts. The longer the day went, the hornier I found myself and the damper my undies became. It was hard to maintain a straight face as I went though the routines of dinner and putting the kids to bed.Finally the time has come. The children are asleep, I have finished washing my face and doing my nightly rituals in getting. Then Dorothy squealed as a purple monster suddenly became visable.“I can’t keep on doing that Dot”, Said Eddie, “not unless you want me to cum on your tits again, and I want the lad in here to help out in satisfying you”“Ooh I’m still not sure about this” said Dorothy. I was gutted, from what I was watching I did want to fuck her, and now.“I’m telling you now Dot when he see this,“and with that he spun Dorothy around whilst she was still on her knees and pushed her forward so that she was on. As I lay on my stomach before her and went to work, the unsettling juxtaposition only grew more intense. Mom moaned softly, writhing her hips, guiding me gently with a hand on the back of my head. As she did, she whispered the kind of comments I'd feared she'd nag me with. But even though I was listening to my mother telling me this, that and the other thing that I was doing wrong, she was doing so in the sexiest, breathiest voice, a voice dripping with desire. Being told "No, not like that,. Before me stood a handsome 6'3" black man who was in perfect shape. "Hey man, I've never done this before with a guy and I'm sorry if I didn't tell you I was black. Is that okay with you?" He sounded sincere and a bit shy in asking me this. Here it was finally. One of my five unfulfilled fantasies was standing before me, apologizing for being black. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, and said, "Where would you like me sir?" So my being black isn't a turn off?," he asked.I rarely.