Fast forward 15 years, I had lost contact with harmony over the intervening years, and I had all but put our relationship into my memory archives whic...h I droped into on some of those lonely nights. Any way I was retired from military service, and had moved to a small town with my wife and we were getting on with life in retirement, I made friends with a cabinet maker and helped him do installs and loose end jobs, Now here comes the most interesting part, through our conversations of our. "She laughed. " Well subtle you ain't honey. Though in the future I would like it if you try not to be too vague. I like to hear what it is someone wants. Especially when its me."Getting the hint I got a little bolder. "Mom, thinking about you and last night, and watching you all morning, and now talking about this all casual with you has given me a huge throbbing hard-on, and all I can think about now is cumming on you again." Oh my," she said, a little surprised I think. "All the blood has. In one way he was funny to watch and listen too, but his cumming was genuine, and large, and it left me with an appreciation of what I as giving to these men, a sense of power to let men see beautiful white girls in a way only husbands normally can, a secret cam in the bedroom for perverts and lonely men to watch and get off on.I told my husband back then I had a secret passion to have sex with three black men, and then let him into a dark family historical fact, that tainted the female line on. I straddled his face, pulling my little white panties aside just enough for him to put his tongue to work in my wet pussy and proceeded to wash the pile of dishes.His tongue circled my clit as I swayed my hips in a circular motion over his face . Every now and then he would let out a muffled moan of pleasure as he worshipped my sweet velvet honey pot.There wasn't much dish washing going on as I would pause and close my eyes and drift away into the pleasure waves I was feeling between my legs.