Liz was standing at the counter, a tray of snacks in her hands, her back to Robert. The black man was right up against her, whispering in her ear, but... more importantly Robert's large dark hands were on my wife's ass, rubbing and squeezing her fleshy butt buns, through her shorts. Liz's eyes were half closed and she was breathing hard. I heard her whisper something back at him and thought I caught the words, 'black cock'. I was so stunned at first I didn't know what to do. They sensed my. She writhed in her chair as she watched him walking away, as if she were slowly grinding on his manhood. I know this woman, I know how she operates. She is going to have him inside her, and if I am fortunate she will take him right out here for me to watch. That is her normal modus operandi, although on a few occasions she taken her prey inside. She gathered herself together and went inside after a couple minutes she returned with two tumblers filled with ice water on a tray. He finished mowing. "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked."When I was a teenager I was kind of a piece of shit," he answered.I laughed, feigning outrage. "You're telling me that my hunky policeman best friend has a secret criminal past?" Technically, yes. Though I wouldn't call my teenage self a 'criminal' so much as an 'obnoxious little twat.'" Fascinating. You were the Judd Nelson type, then?" Pshh, I wish. How about you? You I bet you were like a Latina Molly Ringwald. Queen bee cheerleading captain and all. He was circumsized and had a longer helmet shaped head on it. I dont recall any hair yet, on any of us for that matter. Eric held for 5 or 6 seconds, then righted himself. Brad and I were laughing, and Brad dove under for his attempt. Brad's is the second cock I had ever seen hard. Brad was a bit bigger than Eric, 4 1/2 inches maybe, and thicker in the shaft at about 1 1/2" in diameter. he soon flipped upright and we all giggled and splashed each other. Hearing the grownups returning,.