Even as they sat down, Mandy held tightly onto Jason, crying her heart out in an avalanche of heart wrenching sobs. Perhaps the hardest part was over ...ut everything was not quite done.They still had the afternoon to get through. Then in the evening there would be a private dinner, just the two of them. As Stan had explained, he would arrive a little later so they could discuss Bob's will.Mandy knew that eventually she would be all cried out. She had never wanted to be abandoned again. Now she. "I'm well aware of that. So is my wife." he said. "Jessica, like it or not, she is a little threatened by you." What for?" Stealing her little boy away from her," he said with a grin. Then went on, "It doesn't make any difference that he's not 'little' anymore. It's what most mothers go through. I suppose I did just a little of that with my daughter, when she brought a boy around." So what can I do?" Jessica asked."Get yourself ready and then do whatever you do with John, before you leave for. I nodded yes and she agreed that it was fine for her too.Some days later we both searched on the net and we met a black guy who was living a few miles from us. We both liked him. He sent us some pictures through mail. His cock looked huge; at least about ten inches long and very thick also. He promised us that he could contact another black friend to have a threesome with my lovely wife.Anyway, after a few days of chatting through the net and on the phone we arranged for him to meet us at a. Not having much going on that day, I emailed him back with that message.I only had to wait a few minutes before another email came in from him. “One o'clock?”“OK,” I emailed back. “See you then.” It was our usual practice. Ralph doesn't have his own computer or a cell phone and the terse messages (which he sent from a computer at the local library) were the way we communicated. And those terse messages were similar to the way our sessions together went.Ralph would come in, maybe engage in a few.