I was lying in bed, still trying to go to sleep, when the phone rang again. I stumbled out of bed to answer it but Tara got there first. I stood there...blinking my eyes in the sudden light and tried to make sense of her side of the conversation. It was all grunts and “I know who you are” and “What?” and “No they’re not here” and “Yeah” and “Really?”Finally she looked at me and said, “Dan’s drunk. He’s completely wasted. It’s his friend Steve. The cops shut down their party. Neither of them can. Once there, she moistened her own tongue in her mouth and traced the reverse of the line. Whenever his cock seemed to be in the wrong spot, she would slowly move it with her hand, letting her fingers brush lightly up and down the shaft as she moved it.She started to kiss and lick higher up Frank's body, until his growing cock rubbed between her breasts and against each of her nipples. She pressed one of her breasts into his cock. She took a small but quick breath as his it rubbed her nipple,. I wouldn't blame him if he gave you a good trouncing.” Said my wife in a highly agitated tone.I had to admit she was correct in her assessment, and I ended up apologizing to her for my emotional irresponsibility.“Charles honey, I can see why you feel the way you do, but we both have more to worry about than ourselves now. We're soon going to have a little one in our midst. And even though Cliff will be the real father, the baby will be legally our and you'll be the legal dad. They say a baby. So I called a repair man to come around and fix it.One hour later the doorbell rang and I found a muscled black guy, very tall, young, but not so handsome as I could wish…I showed him our small laundry room and, just less than an hour, the washing machine was working fine again.During the whole time, I had been there chatting with this huge black man, as I licked my red lips, admiring his hard firm body.After he was ready to go; I paid him for his quick fixing of the matter and I told him that.