Who was he to deny it that much? Eryn suppressed a squeal as she grabbed the edges of her desk tightly. When the urge to cry out passed, she let her m...uth drop open, almost gasping for air. What was her body doing? Her lecture had faded into the background by now. Her mind was rapidly being consumed by the need for sex. One hand dropped between her legs and she pressed herself against the palm, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy. As she looked around the room frantically, desperately. One time I brought home a huge mirror and fixed it beside the bed, so we could watch ourselves fucking. But your father didn't like it."Hurrying, Glynn splashed her glass half full of whiskey and carried it back. He could feel his prick moving and a new strength growing inside his balls, even though he would have sworn that he was completely drained. He wanted to hear all this, and hung on each of her words with rapt attention."I would have liked it," he said."I was crazy about it," his mother. I could tell you more, but you will find out for yourself what possibilities exist in your marriage when Bruce comes to terms with being Black-cuckolded.”“Darling, I’d better rescue my hubby – I’m getting to like that term. See you in two weeks?”“You can bet on it.”* * * * * * * *On the drive home, Bruce, as predicted, peppered Linda with questions. She begged off, saying she was exhausted and needed to sleep on the way and they could talk once they got home.Later, home and in their bedroom,. Driving the mountain turns had been interesting, but once at the top he’d driven down mostly straight roads, mile after agonizing mile. ‘Boredom sucks,’ he thought to himself. In Chattanooga for a business conference that had been postponed due to the delayed arrival of the key speakers, Gordon had found himself with a day to kill. The option of sitting around the hotel with a bunch of other equally frustrated businessmen, talking shop, held no appeal. The option of sitting in his hotel room,.