I thought I was the only one who she cared for other than her husband.But I should have guessed that no woman gets this good at pleasing men just from...having sex with her husband. “Prabhu, do you want to watch?” she asked. I nodded yes. “Then do as I say. Go and hide in the bathroom and try not to get caught.” I was confused but did as I was told nevertheless.I went inside the bathroom, positioned the door such that it was almost closed. But left enough space for me to peek out. I was sitting. ..”“How?”I explained, the sanitized, general overview that I keep in memory for just this sort of conversation. She sounded almost relieved.“I was afraid it was ‘I tunneled out of North Korea with a soupspoon...”“No, Dad’s a wholesale specialty grocer.”“Sunny, I’m good with it. Mom and Dad didn’t raise us to be haters because of race. Stupidity, maybe, but not race.”“That’s a relief, Carla. So, did you know we’re visiting your folks this weekend?”“No, I did not. Seriously?”“Yes. He wants us to. I felt my heart break and I knew that we would never again dance as we had danced before. So many days flashed through my head as I rode as I had never ridden before or since. So many days of dancing and smiling and kissing. You, smiling down from the back of that great black beast you rode, bending for a kiss. You, dancing in the rain, naked as the day you were born, with that glorious hair flinging out in all directions, dusted with diamond drops. You, lying on the rug in front of the fire,. She is petite also, about a hundred pounds, salt and pepper hair and 32 c titties. Connie and I used to swing alot when we were younger. I loved watching her taking on several men at once. Seeing these men take turns pounding her fine little body into orgasim would so turn me on. I would get the pleasure of sinking my nine inch hard on into plenty of fine pussy and filling them full of my spunk. Connie was always willing to lick my spunk from those fine pussys. As we got older we cut back on.