Or at least I'd hoped that would be settled by then. I knew just where I wanted to sleep and I hoped Lindie felt the same way.As always, mom continued... to show she had the expertise and of course the know-it-all ability down pat. When I got back to the kitchen after my quick change, there were our two large carry-coolers sitting on top of the kitchen counter. Very newly washed and cleaned. How on earth did she get that done in the couple of minutes I'd been upstairs."Why on earth would we need. I told him that it was in an attached garage at home and that he could stop by anytime. I was kind of surprised when he asked, "How about a couple of hours from now?" I told him that was fine with me and the rain had let up so we headed for our cars. He came running over and asked for my cell number and I gave it to him and we split up.I got home nd as I was carrying everything inside, my phone rang. It was Jason and he said he may be a little late because he wanted to take a shower. That. Her chest rose in staccato as her breathing became ragged. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her parted lips. Her head thrashed from side to side with her eyes screwed tightly shut.She lifted her passive hand from the floor and a finger slid straight to her budding clit. The first touch brought forth a rasping gasp that seemed as if it must tear her throat. Mercilessly she rubbed her self while finger fucking herself. The torment to her clit was becoming a rapid tattoo, her legs quivered in. Can you almost see that thick cock splitting that tight pussy open?” Letting out a little laugh, “She is probably begging for Turner to fuck her harder, just like you Cherry. She’s going to have to get her own big cock, I’m sure she will find one tonight.” Her last statement made me realize my whole life was going to change. A cuckold sissy husband with a black boyfriend, and a wife addicted to BBC. It made me weak.Wendy handed me another full glass. I didn’t even hesitate; I gulped it all.