In a twisted way, it felt even hotter that he didnt react, just letting me do as I liked! Unfortunately it didnt last too long, as I began using more ...tongue on his shaft, his brushing stopped. Chris was holding tightly on my head now, ready to release his morning load. I swallowed it greedily, not letting any of it escape. Now to get clean! I giggled, standing up and washing his body. I did Chris first, making sure he was done before moving to myself. Go get dressed honey! Mommy will meet you. I laid back and with one hand continued to finger myself while the water vibrated my clit, and with the other hand I slowing massaged my C cup tits. It didn’t take long before I had a shaking orgasm and was thrusting towards the flowing water. I don’t know how I heard the sound over my moaning and the porno, but in the background I thought I heard something move. Quickly turning off the tap and muting the T.V, I listened more intently. Yes I definitely heard someone. The bath was half full. He collapsed, naked and wet, onto his bed. His thighs, running with cum, mostly the coagulated stuff from the head, rubbed satisfyingly against the soft surface, sensitive along with his now almost entirely flaccid dick after his orgasm. He humped his bed quietly for a few minutes and enjoyed the cool air. Turning, he stared, half-asleep, at the open door to his balcony. He wasn't sure what he was thinking about, really, but his cocl started to stiffen against the covers.Somewhere out there in. Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come.