"Hey, boy, save a little of that for me."Tyson released his grip on the back of my head. He withdrew his glistening black dick from my mouth. I looked...at it in awe. Gazing up at them I saw that my wife was looking at it in the same way. Her gaze returned to him. His eyes were locked on hers. I moved out of the way as he crawled over her leg until he was kneeling between her legs, his black pole erect, hovering half an inch in front of its target. His hands were on the bed next to her shoulders. He came to our home and had a long talk with my parents. Mr. Grant was just out of college and could already see he didn’t want to do portraits and weddings the rest of his life. He’d done a few pageants and he told my parents that I had a unique look. He suggested that I could make a living being a model.My dad liked that idea even less. He had read about the wild parties, drugs and sex that young models had. His thirteen-year-old daughter was not getting involved in any of that. Mr. Grant. But she didn’t need to worry about that now. Right now, all she cared about was coming home to her kids and seeing what her son was cooking for dinner. She didn’t know how he had become such a good cook!“Hi Mom!” Craig exclaimed as soon as she entered their home. “Here, let me get that. Sit down and relax! I made you a smoothie to drink while I make dinner.”“Oh my!” Debra exclaimed as Craig took her brief case and directed her to the couch with a firm hand on her shoulder, “Craig, you .... Was that Richard’s cum still inside her? I eased my finger knuckle deep and moved it in and out of her pussy, increasing the pace until she moaned loudly. Suddenly, without warning, she gushed.I quickly withdrew my hand and put my soaked fingers into my mouth. I sucked them clean, moaning and sighing as I tasted her sweet juices.We quickly finished our shower and dried each other with bath towels. We went to the bedroom and again kissed passionately while edging closer to the bed. I pushed.