I was inheaven, and my wife was as accepting as my dad had not been.I was still admiring myself in the mirror, when Laura walked in, tray inhand, in a... Gabrielle wig, halter top, and short purple and red mini-skirt. "Wine and cheese, for the warrior princess...". She stopped,mouth open staring at me. "Shit Sam, you really look like Xena!" So long as I don't talk," I said, grinning as I turned to her. I justhadn't yet got the voice to sound good enough to fool anyone, really. Iwould have to be. It seemed a bit like a warm bath or a long hug, but with orgasming.After Kate's leg healed we tried fucking again. It was okay, don't get me wrong, but as usual I came too early, clenching my eyes shut in a mixture of euphoria and embarrassment. Kate said nothing, just frantically frigged herself to a belated climax. Even after a long absence, it still felt unsatisfying. I had thought that as the months marched on and we got used to each other it would get better, but all that happened was that. In the video, the first black guy had just orgasmed into the woman’s mouth. He drew his cock out and some of the cum trickled out of the woman’s mouth down to her chin before dripping onto one of her small breasts. She opened her mouth to show the sea of cum resting on her tongue and then proceeded to lick at the next stiff black cock, smearing it’s tip with the other man’s sperm. James turned his head from the screen and looked straight at his mom. Susan’s heart froze.Could he actually see. Cynthia moaned into her broad shoulders “Deeper, Deeper, Deeper!” Her nails dug in as her ward raked her insides with all eight inches. Marcella obliged. There love was animalistic, born of raw need. The only purpose of pulling out was to slam her throbbing erection further. Sweat slicked between there mating boxes.“Don’t make a mess” Cynthia groaned. Marcella’s dominant humping was becoming more aggressive. She had clasped her powerful arms around the maids back, holding their slapping bodied.