Before you dismiss me as yet another black man who feels the world owes him something, walk a half mile in my shoes. A while ago, I was a crusader for...justice. I considered myself a men’s rights activist. In my view, all other groups in society, from women to ethnic minorities, gays and lesbians along with the disabled and the foreign-born, had their defenders. Only modern men lacked defenders. Men were dying years earlier than women. Fewer men were attending college. Men’s rights were ignored. Alice then picked up my blonde shoulder length wig and fixed it in place brushing it to perfection. As she stood in front of me I ran my hands up under her skirt feeling he naked legs and up to the waist band of her panties.“Now stop that you naughty girl. I need to change ready for tonight”. She said with a smile in her voice.“Would you like to shower first”? I asked.“Why do I smell”. She replied.“Um well yes actually; absolutely exquisite, delightful good enough to eat, which I intend to do. After only half dozen thrusts he went rigid and I felt that my cunt was going to explode and then I felt him unload that seemed to be pints of spunk inside me'. I was still laying beneath her looking up at the evidence that was now dribbling out and coating her thighs, I have never been so excited in my life,my wife being an absolute slut and telling me all about it. She then laughed at me and ordered me to clean up the mess, I had mixed feelings of excitement and jealousy and apprehension on. She did mention it was “redneck” so she put it. Apparently they stay away from that part of town. But I told her that people can come visit whenever they want or we can visit them. Cause we honestly did love their company . Juba was great to us. “he won’t lose her Juba. Me neither. I think everyone in this town as been amazing to us.” I told her “That’s good, boy. Yea cletus and your wife are best friends I don’t ever wanna break that apart.” She confided into me “ well let’s walk and talk back.