I was not really watching some inane rubbish that was on the large monstrosity my dear wife had insisted we buy, as I drunkenly cursed her, her father... and everyone else who fucking knew her. Hoping beyond hope that it was my wife returning to me so she could explain it had all been a mistake and she still loved me dearly, I staggered to the door and opened it to find, not my wife, but my mother-in-law, Gwen."Oh my God, John. Look at the state of you." She exclaimed, her face showing her shock. She smiledin thanks and faced away once more to the porthole. I sat and began tosearch for a conversational gambit that would not sound like a pickup line.I wanted something that would seize her interest. I rejected one thingafter another. It dawned on me then that I had not had any conversationwith an African-American. It never occurred to me that she was like anyother woman. She seemed exotic to me. Somewhere along these thoughts I must have drowsed. I awoke tofind that my hand had come in. I placed her feet back on the floor and she sighed, her body moulding against mine. I kissed her neck, nibbling at her earlobes then tracing the lightest of touches with my lips downwards along her neck to her shoulder, moving from the curve of her shoulder inward to the hollow at her collarbone. She moaned softly as my light touches feathered across the top of her chest to repeat the path along the other side back up to her other ear.“Ohhhhhhhh, I like that,” she whispered as her hands went to. "Ok?" he whispered in her ear.Cassie's reply was to push her buttocks back against him, forcing theglans of his cock inside her sphincter. Miguel held it there; lettinghis precum leak inside her, lubricating her.Cassie screamed with both pain and delight as Miguel's huge thick cockslowly penetrated her. He pushed it all the way until his groin pressedagainst her buttocks. Cassie was panting, bearing the pain and thepleasure."Ok?" he whispered again.Again Cassie pushed back against him.