It was Sunday and Tim’s boss was having a cookout, they had gone with the understanding they would leave right after they had a burger. As usual Tim...had several drinks and she knew the evening would be going on for quite a while.Most of the people Tim worked with had kids and brought them with them. Jim and Rob quickly made friends and were off doing whatever. Tim was talking shop with a group of men so she wondered around the yard and patio.She stopped at the bar, she saw a large black man. Twin walk in closets flanked the way to the master bath. It was lush, quiet, and comfortable.I turned to Dumont. She was watching me with a curious expression. Not that she was curious, but I thought her expression was because it was a mix of heat, both the angry kind and the lustful kind. What I didn't need was another angry Fonte on my hands. Jana was enough.She stepped away from the door and said, "What did you do?" Her voice didn't matched her expression. She sounded more like she was. My husband groaned in disgust, but he continued to eat his breakfast at the table. It was apparent he wasn’t ignoring anyone. Stefan was trying to pretend like he was going to insist nothing unusual was happening and go about his business. He even spoke to me like everything was normal.“I see you let Justin play hooky from school today,” he said.“No, Sir, I do not LET him do anything. It is no longer up to me what Master Justin does or does not do. If he felt it best to remain here and evaluate. Releasing him, she smiled sweetly into his eyes. She knew what he was doing."Go ahead, I want you to cum in my mouth," she whispered, "We can fuck after. I'll have you hard again in no time, I promise. I want to feel you cum into my throat, I want to taste it. I want to feel it flowing into my stomach."Her eyes still on his, she bent forward, retaking his pulsing member slowly between her ruby lips, her tongue dancing under the sensitive head, attacking the tiny opening , sucking hard as though.