I pulled away and got first close look at her sweet pucker little hole it was soaked so I rubbed my finger over it. She said oh yes stick it in please... I slide my finger all the way in and started to fuck her ass she was screaming YES Oh God YES as I did I looked over and saw Lisa and Sue watching us. Lisa said no wonder we never got our drinks she walked over and took my cock in her mouth. I was stunned that Lisa was not mad she just took me deep. As she did I felt a wet finger playing with my. Standing there was a well-dressed black man in his early fifties that I had never seen before. Anita took his hand and welcomed him inside…She asked him to follow her as she held his hand led her to our bedroom. I followed along at a distance and stood just outside the doorway. Not even a single word was spoken between them. My wife just kneeled down on the floor and unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He was a little bit larger than average. The black man occasionally turned to glance at. I slipped my pants back on, pulled the white tank back over my head and creaked open the door to the hallway. I peaked out and saw that Peters door was again shut and there was no sign of him. I ran silently up the stairs to my room on the top floor, throwing the wet towel into my en-suite bathroom and grabbing a fresh one. Bounding back down the stairs I tip toed past Peters door again and into the office, cleaning up and closing out any evidence on the computer of what Id been doing. Finally. But, Mike Austin said he thought it could be rebuilt and modified into their combination factory and showroom without it costing too much, especially if he did most of the work over the winter when his construction business was otherwise slow.They'd worked hard selling knives at renfaires and gun and knife shows for over a year, and most of the money had gone into a war chest needed for setting up the business. They were still going to have to carry a mortgage, but it shouldn't be too bad..