Most of this exploration stopped sometime in the teenage years as relationships with females dominated the sexual landscape. Even through college and...the military most of those early memories seemed to be a reference for future behavior, even after marriage and a family.So one day a friend and I are talking over a beer about our wives and sex, and the subject of amateur movies comes up. We talked about how we both enjoyed the 'home-grown' aspect of sex in video, and that we had each made a. "Just answer my question. It's gonna be all right. I won't hurt you."Becky sat in the corner of the couch, her body had somehow turned a little so that she was facing him, and thought about what was happening. She felt his fingers delicately tracing the contours of her face, felt them brush her hair back behind her ear, felt them slip down along her neck and to a small portion of her shoulder.She thought about the boys she had been with, the way they had touched her. Their hungry, hurried. This way I could join them and start with a refresh on what I might have forgotten since the last time I'd been skiing.We went down a kiddy path a few times to get the feel of things and then they wanted to hit an intermediate hill. I was feeling somewhat confident so far, and by watching them ski, I had been learning what to do without asking for help. I figured I was ready for the next step.The intermediate hill started out nice and slow, but with some hills put down the center and a steeper. I moved in front of Jill as she moved up and down on her hubby’s cock, shoving my cock between her ovaled lips.With her sucking on my cock and playing with my balls, I was the first to cum for this event. I pumped my load into her mouth and waited for her to swallow, which she did. I was up and moved to the row in front of Jill and company as the black guy next to her initiated her into the world of white sluts, sucking big, black cocks.At first, Jill let him fuck her mouth, then she wrapped.