“Yeah, white Whitney is actually named Whitney Tavington, whereas black Whitney is named Whitney White. No joke. The black Whitney has ‘white’ f...r her last name. You can’t make this shit up, either! Anyway, I used to get pissed-off for weird-ass reasons, Dan can explain that as one of my exes, but no more of that. I never did let actual extracurricular fun per se upset me too much. I grew up in Chicago among Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, etc. I didn’t exactly miss the memo that men and women. She moaned as I reached for her part. I knew it was something to be softly taken care of so I touched it smoothly – she had it all wet and lost her mind. We were lost in the moment. She had her eyes closed while I was fingering her as smoothly as I could. She was tired after a small session of love when she had already wet her whole garment. The stain was visible and she was exhausted on energy – not in a mood to stop yet.“I want more! Please don’t stop! ”“Girl you deserve more !” she reached. We checked the side gate and it was open so we went in, finally Adam.He was in his pool taking a swim, I called out his name he turn and gave us a big smile. As he got out of the pool I could see he was wearing a tight black short that probably belong to his little brother. You could see his big penis under his shorts my wife act as she didn't see the big bulge. I caught her several times looking. Adam offered us a beer which we happily accepted with the sun coming down on us. We started to. Her actions were quite innocent, she had forgotten she was wearing nearly nothing. As my friend watched the exchange his excitement grew, as did his cock, he tried to hide it by changing position but it sprung out of the towel. My wife by now having had to much wine, was feeling a bit tipsy and hot. She handed a glass of wine to her friend and sat on the sofa between my friend and I. She cuddled close to me and giving me a wink, slid her hand across my lap, pressing the bulge that was growing.