No I am not I told her. I would not mind seeing more.We head back to our room. We hurried up and jump in bed. I go to massage her breast and pull on h...er nipples just like the young black guy did.Helen tells me it was so exciting having a young black man play with her breast. She wants to do it again and I said yes.We fucked hard and fell asleep in each other’s arms.It was getting into the evening. We got dressed and headed out for a night of dancing and drinking. Helen said Raul, the black man. The title was “I love cock”, it was a hypnotic video, showing a bunch of she males and transvestites sucking different cocks, with soft hints and suggestions, about you wanting to be a girl, that you craved cock, that you needed cock, that you needed to please men, that you needed to dress as a girl at all times, I was caught up in the video, it lasted about twenty minutes. Dad had sat on the sofa waiting on me. When I was done, he called me over. I went and sat next to him. “I think I need to. He made his way down her body until he had found what he was looking for. He bent down and pressed his tongue against her wet vagina and entered slowly with his tongue. She was enjoying this, every minute of it. He was always so erotic and made her scream with pleasure until they both came. It didn't make sense to her how fast she could fall for this man. After all, it had only been two weeks since they had first met. He stood back up and rubbed the very tip of his penis on her lips, the ones. He paused for a moment to turn down the gas lamp near the foot of the grand staircase. The room showed just the palest hint of the dawn soon to come. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and rolled his head from one shoulder to the other and back again. He straightened, rolled his shoulders and sighed."Well, that was one hell of a night. I think that was just about enough upset to last one lifetime. However, I can say that one good thing came of this night, other than saving my dear wife's.