The black man’s right hand ran down the front of my tee-shirt and gently stroked my tanned lower belly; it tickled but I didn’t complain. Harrow n...odded at his partner who quickly found a gap in the waist band of my knickers and squeezed his rough fingers inside. Norris’ hand ran smoothly over the mound of my hairless pussy and applied pressure to my hardening clit. I felt my legs buckle for a moment but Norris kept me standing with his free hand. “Is she wet?” Harrow questioned, licking his. I studied it as I stroked. He was just over six inches and maybe average thickness. I could just get my hand all the way around it. Mark’s cock was very uniform in girth from the base up to the head, which was the perfect proportion to his shaft. I used the pre-cum as lube as I focused my attention on this man’s cock. I wanted to make and watch him cum.Sandy eventually worked her way over to me. We formed a U shape on the bed, as Sandy stroked me and I stroked Mark. Soon after, I felt her hot. "So if you all aren't hung up on sex, what's the problem with Yann being my whore?"The whole table froze. Then Ivan and Sean both began snickering. Then full fledge guffaws burst from both of them. Most of the family looked stunned. Yann put his head down and wrapped his arms over it like that might help."YANN!" Shouted half dozen voices."BOSS!" Shouted a couple of others.I grabbed another dinner roll. "You guys did know he was gay, right?"Yann's mother stood up and started speaking. Whatever. I still have feelings. While I am at it, I have a request for every cheater who is reading this story (men and women) – "Please ask for a divorce." It is not right to crush someone's dream and revel in it. It is evil and hurtful, nothing to be gained by it.I am a research biologist working mostly on bodily fluids, so I am not very rich. We made friends only with rich people because Carrie has been on a power trip ever since the day she married me. Her father was a drunk of the highest order and.