It all started when I was 16 years old. I was an assistant coach for my younger brothers baseball team. I also played baseball and was always and elit... player, so I decided to try to help teach younger players the way of the game. There was one other black player on the team as well, and he, like my brother and I, had a white mother, so naturally we bonded. But, he was adopted. his brother was white. Now, when I say that this k**s' mom was an absolute rocket, that does not even begin to. I’m sorry. I will never do it again. I ... I just don’t want you to be mad at me,” I said. “Can’t we just call us even and forget about it?”“No! How can I just forget it?” Donna said sternly. She was leaning with her hands behind her, making her large boobs stand out. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but they did bounce down to get a quick look a few times. After one of these I looked up into Donna’s dark brown eyes and she said, “But maybe you can do something to make us even.”I felt my. .. so close! But Tom lines his cockhead up with her wet little asshole and slides it up and down. “Hmmm, go on then” she say to Tom, and me and the guys hear from the doorway. As Tom is slowly sliding his cock into my wife's asshole, I signal the guys to wait a sec, and I move quietly into the bedroom. I sneak up to my wife and she opens her eyes as I lean in and passionately kiss her, our tongues wrestling around in her mouth. I think it suddenly dawns on her, and the look is genuine surprise. Supper that night started as a four-way cooking adventure, as everyone wanted to pitch in and help. After I had bumped into too many people too many times, I shooed the women out to the backyard with beers, and Jason and I took over the cooking chores. This also gave me a chance to talk to him about my network plans, and the size of server farm I needed to set up. I could see his eyes lighting up at the thought of spending someone else's money on large piles of technology, so I knew that we.