I reached out with my arms and fell into his warm embrace. Daddy pulled me down and under him as he rolled his body on top of mine. He pulled my arms ...high up over my head and kissed me hard on the lips. I felt daddys thick tongue curl around mine as he pressed his open mouth to mine. His rough hands ran up my sides to my titties, which were pressed tightly against his chest. He rose slightly to allow his hands to slide between our bodies and he squeezed my young titties together, and rolled my. Nowhere in my lists had I written anything about falling head over heels in love with a woman. Everything I wrote to do with the interaction between me and a woman revolved around me. Sure, it’s my list, but in my head, I’d love to fall head over heels for a beautiful woman – as long as she either unconditionally bows to my every whim, or focuses a hundred percent of her energy into making me want to lick dirt off her shoe.FYI, my list was a COMPLETE list of everything I would do or want to. She did too as I watched her doing her hair and makeup in the mirror after a brief recovery period. Our eyes met and she gave me a smile. I watched her as she got dressed in a very sexy form fitting dress (the kind I like) before following her into the living room. I thought I was in love. And then the doorbell rang.I watched from the ceiling as she answered the door. It was another woman, just as beautiful. They obviously knew each other as they hugged and then, surprisingly, kissed on the. Those black guys began to dress up again, leaving my spent wife there lying on the bed, facing down with her legs wide spread open.As they all opened the door to leave, another bunch of four huge black guys came in. I saw them in the camera, as they walked around my passed out sensual wife. They all smiled and joked amongst them, as they got undressed.I was feeling my own dick almost at the edge of a bursting orgasm, in anticipation of what was I going to watch there…But then, a black hand.