I replied and she showed me a picture of him. I must say he was a very handsome white man but looked to be late 30's, she must of saw a weird look on... my face because she replied yes... he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived. In my mind I imagined her getting ready for bed and my hand reached for my cock as I pictured her naked before me. Needless to say it wasn't long before I came.Now as I wasn't able to do much for myself Khandi would come round to help with my housework dusting and vacuuming for me. I would sit in my chair watching her lovely body, when she had her back to me, and would often start to get an erection as thoughts of taking her to bed entered my mind and would have to wank after she had gone.Two. At least three sets of parents were openly discussing stripping down on arrival while two other sets of parents had pensive looks on their faces.Suppertime was quite a rowdy affair that evening; Beth, Cathy and Joy, with their kids, had stayed for supper because there had still been a lot of planning to accomplish before they were to be ready for the big move. Harold entered the kitchen in the middle of this chaos. He hesitated maybe five seconds on seeing all that naked flesh and then. She was giggling. “All done. Your pussy looks beautiful now. Let me get a hand mirror for you to see.” I went on my wife’s vanity table and took her mirror and went back to Ashley on the bed. I then put the mirror in front of her pussy so she could see. “See how much better it looks?” “It does look much neater. Thank you, sir.” I then spread her legs and started to kiss her pussy. I moved my tongue up and down her pussy. I rubbed at her clitoris. This was making her pussy get a little wet..