.Mmmm det skulle vara nice men inte än..Vi drack upp vårt kaffe och åt våra bullar och sedan sa jag..nu går vi till bilen och åker hem..du bodde...utanför stan så det skulle ta lite tid att komma hem till dig..Medan du körde smekte jag dig..på låren..kuken som var hård innanför dina byxor..du ska till mig att sluta för du kunde inte koncentrera dig på körningen..Jag slutade..men öppnade mina blus så du kunde se mina bröst..du såg att mina bröstvårtor vara mycket styva..Plötsligt blev det kö på. , we wanted to look sexy. I think we succeeded. Don't you? Wanta call the guys?"Sure. Why Not... !" Eileen said, with a laugh.Thrilling the guys... Once the four of them were in the Master Bedroom—the two wives could see, their two husbands were already stripped down to their T-shirts and briefs. From that moment, the two wives took over."Okay... , are you guys ready for the treat we promised you?" Eileen said, casting a secretive little smile in Maricar's direction. "Go ahead, Maricar, You get. I have only known one or two blacks my whole life. Cassandra is the only one I have ever really talked to. My husband likes Cassandra too and he agreed we should go together to support her.We arrived at the church early but it was already full. The church was a lot smaller than the one I attend but black men and women and even c***dren were packed into every available space. It didn’t seem like there was anywhere left to sit. My husband and I weren’t sure what we should do. I thought. They don't care. I realized then what my issues were. I had no problem enjoying another man, I just felt like everyone else did. I was holding myself to the jokes of my youth. Calling each other gay as an insult. Telling another guy to suck my cock was degrading to them. It was all bullshit. Adam said it, "It's no big deal, it's college, it doesn't matter so long as you enjoy it". I snapped back to our conversation and told him yes, with a sly smile. I felt dirty and excited about our secret..