Bizarrely, her mind started working on a check-list: open the windows later to air out the room, wash the sheets … When she had cheated with men b...efore, she had always been careful that the meetings were never at the house. The reason why came rushing back. It felt doubly cheating to be with another man in their own house … maybe triply cheating in their bedroom.She led him into the bedroom, released his hand to move to the bed and pull the cover off (the cover was much more difficult to. This was quite a site to see. These strong white marines having their way with my beautiful black wife. Completely shaking the bed and walls with their power and her moaning. About 15 minutes passed and they asked where to cum.“Right where you are!” as I started to edge myself.The first man started to cum as my wife started to get hot white cum shot onto her face and tits, rubbing it all over. The next to cum was the marine fucking her ass hole. He lifted her up slightly as his hot white juices. Grabbing the Indian Dream catcher she escaped. Every thing was sit up where she had placed it over the past few days. She had placed her buckskin pants on the feeling was sensual. Tying the braided leather bands around her forehead her oval face with its black doe shape eyes. She allowed her knee length blackened hair to fly behind her. Parted down the center she was ethereal looking, Angelic. She wore a panther vest that barely covered her ample breast. She needed no support. Her long legs she. Ron leaned out of the room to watch the frightened teen, “and lock the door on your way out.” Ron paused to hear the door open, the turning of the doorknob lock, and the door slamming shut. He turned and stepped completely into the bedroom. “Jessica,” he kept his tone low and firm trying not to explode in anger. “Have you been drinking?” “A little. It’sh no big deal.” The bottom part of her legs and feet, stuck inside her jeans, moved to be free of their constraints. “Todd’s helpin’ me get.