.. After enjoying a warm relaxing shower, I joined both of them at the kitchen. They were sharing a coffee for breakfast.I walked passed my husband an... Benson motioned his finger for me to join him. I stood next to that huge black man, as he put his arm around my waist, while looking defiantly at my cuckold man.Benson finally told Victor that he had a very nice slutty wife and that he had fucked me in all imaginable positions, being me the sluttiest married bitch he had ever taken…He added that. " I see, thank you for clearing the matter up Mr Taylor."The Television studio manager, true to his word went on air and issued a retraction on the previous airing regarding the 'donation' to the Church. Within the hour I received a phone call from a very irate Father Ryan."Taylor, you have made me look a damned fool over this cabin business." Father, the only one who made you look a fool was yourself. It was never even considered a donation to the orphanage, it is being built for their. Softly wiggling against me. She kissed my neck. "Don't you want mommy? Her hand slide over my cock. "Yes, you do. I think you want to breed me."Her words were like electric shocks. "Yes."She wiggled and pushed her panties down, then picking them up with her toes, she took them and held them against my face. "Don't I smell divine?"I breathed in her scent. I was getting drunk on her . . . and all I wanted was more. I fingered her, so wet and hot. She squirmed. "Take your clothes off," she. After a moment Sandi pulled Peter's hand from his prick, he took her hand and guided it to his prick. Jenny and I followed along.For the next hour or so, Becky led an exploration of our bodies, with Peter and Sandi as a living flip chart, illustrating each point, an I doing hands on demonstrations. Jenny was so aroused she kept trying to push ahead to a climax. Becky held her in check with an iron will. Actual sex was limited to enough to demonstrate, but not enough to reach an orgasm. .