”“That is one thing my father was some use for he taught me to dress and mother dragged me into the twenty first century. You look gorgeous in tha... dress by the way.”“Thank you, with the help of my step mother I went to some trouble. Your not the only one who was nervous about today.”“This is going better than I could of hoped. Uncle Quentin's plan would have worked if we had just acted at liking each other but it so m much nicer that we do get on. Now to business whilst mother is out of the. Ideas bounced in my head at the opportunity that lay ahead. Should I blackmail her? Seemed like an ok plan, yet I was a much more willing participant in the incest than she was. Should I be sweet and complimentary? I have learned from many of my past relationships (do one night stands count as relationships?), that a few words of flattery often opened up a girl’s legs to a night of pleasure. Or should I do what had been my most sure fire way of getting laid more times than not....get her. The young blacks spent a lot of their time undressing my beautiful 33 year old wife with their dark lust filled eyes, thinking of how they would like to get in her pants, to fuck her hot, tight white married pussy. They had often seen my beautiful wife at games and had always thought about what it would be like to have sex with such a beautiful white woman. To them this would be a way to even the score with some of the whites in the community.After the tutoring class one day the three of them. Jessica bent down and I never felt so turned on as I watched her from behind, she had the perfect ass.I stepped right up behind her and pressed up against her as she was tieing up her shoe lace on her trainers. My dick grew straining against my shorts."Ouch, what's that poking in my back?" she complained. She turned around and gasped. "Liz!" Please, Jessica, help me," I said. I was burning up and felt so tight down there.Jessica tapped the side of her chin, "How could I help?"Unbutton my shorts.