Abbey started to notice that George was particularly amorous when she described herself being with a black man.One night while she sat atop George she... decided to pry further. “You really like the idea of a black man fucking your white wife don’t you?”George moaned, “I know it shouldn’t be taboo in this day but the idea of a black man fucking you, the contrast against your pale skin, it does something.”Abbey slowly gyrated, grinding against him. “Tell me your fantasy, please.”George reached up. She leaned back a bit and peered into Luisa’s eyes. “How do you feel?”“I don’t really know.” Luisa’s brow furrowed. “Hungry?”The nurse laughed softly and straightened. “That’s good. Our hospital food is actually pretty good. Even we eat it. My name is Anna,” she pointed to her name tag, “and I’m going to tell Doctor Ozawa you’re awake. I’ll see what she will let you have to eat, and I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”“Um, sure.” Luisa blinked a couple of times and tried to raise her right. I centred on her pussy lips slowly inserting a finger and teasing her clitoris. My manhood was at attention and Linda could not resist the temptation of stroking my hard cock and gently squeezing my balls. Neither wanted to fuck or even cum saving that experience hopefully for later.We towelled each other dry ready for a quiet time of peace as there was still an hour to go before the event. Just then there was a soft knock on the door, “John can I see you for a minute in my room please” I heard. I can’t place it and it’s driving me crazy. It doesn’t even sound American. Whatever it is, it is hot! He lets one finger slip between my wet slit and touch my clit as I cry out a moan, not having been touched by a man in so long. My legs start to part more. I am gripping the door handle as he begins to caress me. My clit is starting to swell, as my breathing gets heavier. His fingers are working magic on my pussy as he drives the car. We sit in silence other than my moans and whimpers as he.