To be honest, I was getting off on the control I had created. But after a few weeks, I began to recognize that she did see it as a one-time action. Or...so I thought.After work on Thursdays, I play racquetball with the guys followed by a drink or two at the local bar. It was close to 11 when I got home. I was surprised when I found my in-law's car parked in the driveway. Although they only live three hours away, they have never just showed up at our door, and that is something my wife would not. He was huge, much larger than me, but not fully hard yet. I could barely fit my hand around his dick. I was so turned on by being on my knees in front of this hung black man.At this point, I just gave in. Here I was, a hung black man in my bedroom, me on my knees in front of him, this was exactly where I’ve wanted to be for years.I grabbed his semi-erect dick at the base and proceeded to slap it off my cheeks and my forehead. I could feel him growing harder and harder as I smack his big black. It had taken him easily forty-five minutes to unload the Pathfinder and the little U-Haul pull trailer, and during that whole time, she’d stared him down from across the courtyard as if he had murdered her family. Forty-five minutes of moving, yet she stood outside the whole time, on the other side of the wrought iron railing that lined the pool area, staring him down. She looked like she was about to let him have it. At first, he searched his memories for her—had he done something really,. One other person on the ship, however, didn’t forget about the boxes. He had been told that if boxes that looked like the book boxes were found, he was to send a probe back immediately. The boss had mentioned two different sized boxes. The smaller boxes being, the more important.No one had mentioned any other boxes, so it seemed only the larger boxes had been found. He would be interested to see what was in the books. He decided to send a message on the next probe. It wasn’t important enough to.