It turned me on to know I was giving him pleasure, in a weird way it gave me self worth. I was his white bitch, his to do what he wanted with and he ...was my black daddy, dominant and proud. My body was overcome with the tingling sensation, my small and pathetic cock was erect. I began to suck on his large mushroom head and tightened the grip on his cock as I jerked him into my mouth occasionally making a slurping sound. I began to think about the times he had shared me with his friends,. If she wasn't up for it I would never force her and she would toss me off instead. Being trained to milk cows by hand she could do it expertly always knowing when to ease off and to let the seed flow when she knew I couldn't hold back anymore. In the latter years of our relationship I mounted her at least once a week.After we were married her aunt came to stay with us for awhile. She was a 40 year old widow, her husband was killed in a car accident shortly after they were married. For her age. She’s married to one Bob Elson, a 37year old accounting consultant. They had met while in college, he a typical high school football jock, while she was majoring on Psychology. They’d met at the school prom, and had stayed hooked to each other from then on, till five years later when he’d made it official by proposing marriage, and she had gladly accepted.The years have been good for both of them: a distinguishing home with a sustainable mortgage, both k**s already attending junior high, both. She tucked in her breasts underneath where they were too big for the cups, and tried to do the same with the surplus flesh at the sides, where the bra was forcing her breasts up almost into her armpits. Even with the shoulder straps slackened off, it was a lousy fit. How ever had she got into it this morning? Surely she couldn't have grown as much as that? Shaking her head, she remembered that it had been a little tight, but her bras always did feel tight in the mornings. They always had done..