I’ve had a few over theyears. Usually, I force myself awake, but once in awhile I’ll just roll with what develops. As if on cue,John rose,...from between the legs and knelt before mycrotch. I could recognize my cock pointed at my navel.He took over the holding of my knees and my wifeslipped to the side.I felt something slipping around the crack of my ass.John was like a statue, his head upturned and his bodymotionless. But the slippery pressure concentrated atmy sphincter. I knew what. Holy fuck I wanted to see that, and my wife being blindfolded wont have a clue that a woman is going down on her. It was all set for the Saturday night at a holiday inn 40 miles away, and what I didn't tell my wife was one of the guys not only knew her but was also black, light skinned yes but still black. Hank had always said that her would give anything to get in my wife's pants so he will get his chance. I think I was hard from the Thursday before just thinking about seeing my Sue getting. ‘Alright, Sara, you come on in and get cleaned up. There’s soap and shampoo in the shower. You take your clothes of and put them in that hamper,’ he said, pointing at the white plastic basket next to the sink. ‘I might have something to fit you in my kids’ room.’ ‘You got kids?’ ‘Yeah, well, they live with their mother out in Oregon. I see ’em twice a year now. But I have some of their stuff here, I’ll bet I can find something for you to wear… Now come on in and get yourself cleaned up.’ He. ??Let me see them, then,? my mum requested.?What?? I responded, still maintaining eye contact with the 6th step inthe staircase.?Let me see your earrings,? my mum repeated as she moved towards me.Reluctantly I removed my foot from the bottom of the staircase andturned round to find her standing inches away from me. She moved herhead to the left and then to the right to get a closer look.?Pink flowers. Bold choice.??It was all they...I wanted....Becky picked them,? I finally admitted.My mum then.