I was SO busted! I pulled up my pants, but it was too late, I was cumming in my underwear. My cock pulsating as I stashed my cum rag and minimized the... windows on my screen. "Hello," my wife called as she came in the door. A minute later, my wife and her friend were standing next to me. "You're back pretty quick. How was brunch?" I stammered. "Are you OK?, my wife asked. You look really pale." I quickly explained I wasn't feeling all that well, but my wife's friend seemed to just know I'd been. “She taught in public schools for four decades. Now she’s the teacher to the Munchkins.”“Like applying the hone to a fine blade,” Terri said. “She loves to teach. We love to learn.”We enjoyed the meal. We enjoyed the conversation. The music was indescribable. I’m not a music person. I find that rap and hip-hop are only slightly less annoying than a barking dog, and mainstream country music is crap and ... these people did some stuff that might slide over into country. “Bluegrass,” Terri. However, in the back of my mind, I wondered, “What would she do if I hid her birth control pills on this trip? What would she do if she got pregnant?”She didn’t know it, but I had been fantasizing about seeing Deana with a black man. One night during sex, I mentioned it, asking if we could find such a man at the upcoming convention. Oh, my, God, she got more aroused than I ever saw her.“Ooooh fuck, baby, I’d love to fuck a well hung black man, especially if you were watching, or better yet. Jennifer didn’t take time to look up, her face hurt, but her heart hurt much worse. Jennifer got into her Honda and starting the car drove from the lot, she was on automatic pilot, not knowing where she was going, barely able to see through the tears. Her hands shook, her mouth was bleeding from the torn lip. Jennifer saw her own house, and barely stopped her car inches from her brother’s car. Jennifer knew where she was going now, Mom, she needed her Mother. She left the car door open, the.