The feeling is always the same. Anxiously waiting. Checking the clock. Impatience battles the need to relax and read in bed. I hear the car in the driveway, so I turn out the light and pretend to be asleep. She crawls into bed naked. She kisses me passionately to wake me up. I urge her to straddle my face, pin my arms over my head and tell me every detail about her evening with her black lover. She presses her used pussy...