He had fantasized about interracial mating often. He thought of his hard engorged thick dark black cock buried deep inside a tight lily-white pussy. T...e contrast was just so exhilarating! His swollen black baby-making tool nestled deep inside a pale white female's baby-making chamber. His fucking tool constantly stimulated by her tight vaginal walls as he pumped back and forth inside her. His black balls sac producing the baby-making sperm and depositing those baby-makers into their new home. “Squeeze it out” you tell me and I wonder where the filth will end. Of course I comply, I’m good like that.I bend over and allow the water to pour over the back of my head, then I squeeze your cum out of me gradually and you watch closely until it is washed away.We meet in the bedroom.“You’ll always be dirty!” you respond with a smile when I tell you that I’m clean.I climb into bed beside you, my hair damp and straggly. I much prefer the smell of dove soap to that of urine and we embrace each. The rest of the family came into the house and my nephew walked outside and greeted me with a handshake and I smiled at him. He didn’t know what incestuous things we have been up too behind his back. Behind my smile I was hiding so much stuff. “Have you been running because your face is covered in sweat” Robert asked and I nodded in reply. Damn did he see the pussy juices of his sister on my face or did he see it as sweat. “Yes I went out for a run. I think I am going to take a shower” I said. Obviously Peter had a different outlook on sex than most men, maybe even John.Fuck, what do I do? I am always horny; my husband wants me to screw around; he's fucking around on me. Why shouldn't I have some fun myself? Who knows, maybe I will find a man like Peter for myself.The more I think about this, I have decided to get out of the house, I made a mental note to check out the phonebook in the morning and see what this sex shop was and where was it downtown.When I got up, I was feeling horny.