And I want to be your man, mom.” I said passionately. “Son, you wouldn’t dare fuck your own mother. And if you do anything to me I will scream ...for the neighbors to hear.” Mom said. I reach up her skirt and move my hand into her panties and start moving my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She opens her mouth trying to scream but I quickly wrap my lips around hers to close her mouth and begin kissing her passionately. And as I keep my lips on my mom, I continue finger fucking her pussy, and. " We went back into the bar where a band was now playing, and got a table. I noticed the older guy we had met previously was still at the bar and was alone; after a few minutes he looked our way and I motioned for him to join us. We started drinking again and my wife wanted to dance, which I don’t enjoy, so she got up with our friend to dance. They danced several dances and as he held her tight her dress rode up in the back so you could see the crack of her ass covered with the black. As I sip the wine, I feel more comfortable. I touch your face and you kiss my hand. I don't even want to eat. I want to fuck you so bad. I am trying to be a lady but you read my mind somehow and say let's finish the wine, order our food and go back to your hotel. Of course I say yes. While we sip the wine and wait for our food. You come and sit close to me and I hold your face in my hands and you slowly lean your head close and kiss me. Oh God, that kiss I can never forget. Your mouth so warm. Lisa knew what was going to happen and the three Swazi boys knew what was going to happen. The maths was simple: (three naked black men) + (one naked white woman) = Fornication. My role would be to take a photographic record of this erotic event.Can you imagine the scene, my naked wife kneeling on a blanket in the Swaziland forest? My recent cum was oozing from her recently fucked cunt and creeping down her leg the moisture was glistening in the sub tropical sun. Her bare 38C breasts pouting.