”“I guess it will be. Do you want to start your first lesson now? If so, stand up and step out of your jeans,” I said, “And you might as wel... remove your top too.”She pulled her shirt over her head, unclasped her tiny bra then slid her jeans down over slim hips, showing the front of her pink panties with a tuft of pale hair visible. She kicked them off and spread her legs. She was every bit as striking as her mom; just a younger and slightly smaller version. I turned her around to marvel. I want to lick her sweet pussy, and I want to taste her after my husband has been with her.I decide that I do not know how to say it, so I kiss her as deeply as I can. We break apart and she smiles. ‘Is this what you want, sweetie? I’m up for it if it is.’‘I want this….very much. I want you, and I want you and he together.’He looks surprised. I know he hadn’t planned on this and wanted to be sure I knew that they would not be involved other than in pleasing me. He looks at her.‘Um, not sure how. As he withdrew from her we saw her wet and gapingpussy, semen running down her thighs to her stockingtops. She collapsed on the bed, finally rolling over,laying there exhausted, her body flushed, her breathingragged. It seems they were finally through with her,and they looked at her, another beautiful white wifeconquered and serviced by these smiling studs, and thenthey looked at me, another white husband watching hiswife taken and fucked so well by black men, watchingthem perform on her,. Dunne said.“Thank you,” Abby said surprised by the invitation. She didn’t know if she was going to have to work that day. Thinking about it, she realized that it was highly likely she would have to work. The high school kids would all want the holiday off and as the ‘peon’ she would be stuck there for most of the day.“Talk it over with Jack and let me know what you decide,” Mrs. Dunne said. She was hoping to meet Abby and the upcoming holidays seemed like the perfect opportunity.Pretty sure.