I held the pole tighter, as I swooned with each shameless progression of events. When his two fingers began caressing my juicy labia, I found myself ...reaching back inside our makeshift cocoon, and groping around for the bulge in his pants. I was shocked to discover that his zipper was already down, and his cock was out of his pants. I gave it a slight squeeze just about the same time his fingers entered my shuddering pussy, causing me to stand up on my tiptoes even higher than what my heels. Before I knew it he had literally thrown me onto the sofa. I didn't scream or try to run, I just lay and stared up at him."Legs ain't bad either," he said for my T-shirt had ridden up over my knickers. He leaned over me; his foul beery breath more evident as his face became closer to mine. One again he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, his free hand cupped my left breast."Yeah, very nice," he leered, he pulled my head back painfully, causing my breast to push out more. His hand now moved. “It’s not funny, Peter!” Mary snapped.“I’m sorry,” I said, forcing myself to calm down. “I’ve had kind of a shi ... uh, bad day, so I needed the laugh.”“See, Mike? Grown men CAN watch their language when they try,” she said tartly.“Yes, dear,” he said contritely. “I swear, I didn’t teach it to her. She might just be babbling sounds on her own and keeps it up because we’re reacting to it.”“Shut up, Mike,” she said and turned her attention to me. “So what happened that made your day bad?” she. .this interracial thing." Apparently so," I replied.My wife turned took at me, and though she didn't say a word, I could see a certain agitation towards me for not condemning it. But I couldn't condemn it. I found the whole idea hugely exciting. In fact, though my wife didn't know this, I had frequently masturbated, late at night, after my wife and gone to her separate bedroom, to the whole idea of that young, handsome black guy fucking that young white girl across the street (and with her own.