Dana's suggestion that she might, "meet someone special," had stirred her imagination.She was a "nice" girl, and shy to a fault, but she was a normal ...woman with the normal needs and desires of any other normal woman. For years, she had pictured her dream lover, and had long nurtured her fantasies about that person.She was seeing him that night as she struggled with sleep. He was darkly handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes that hinted at mysteries abounding.It was the eyes that held her in her. He then pulled down just the backside of my pink lace undies exposing my asshole. It was then I thought my mind was really playing tricks on me as I felt what I thought was his wet tongue on my anus.“Art?” I faintly whispered. “Art??” No answer, only the unmistakable pressure of his tongue. Did he know how sensitive that portion of my body was? Uhhhh, the stimulation was too much. I quickly slipped a hand down the front of my panties and began rubbing my clit. It seemed hours ago since we sat. I got out of bed to see that my mother had turned the lights on."Did you hear that?" my mother asked in a low whisper, with a jilted look on her face."Yeah, what was it?" I don't know. But I've heard it before. It usually happens around this time, in the same way. I'm scared. Are you?" Kind of," I replied without shame. "Let's go check it out I guess."We went down the stairs together as my mother turned on more lights. A few minutes later, she turned on all the lights and I had triple checked. She barely whispered, begging the black man to fuck her hard with his massive dick.This guy Billy smiled back, saying she would not be disappointed.Ana then straddled his legs, placing her knees on either side of his hips. Billy’s semi erect cock began to respond as my sensual wife rubbed her body on his. Soon he was at full length as his cock rested in the crack of Anita’s ass.The anticipation was making my heart pound. I wanted to see that dark shiny thing buried in my wife’s wet cunt. Ana.