I never caught my parents fucking and am so glad of that! What I can recall though from the early 70s, when I was approx 7-10) was an American black guy that came to our house every few weeks or so for a couple of years. He was a serviceman from a local USAF base. He'd always arrive around the time us kids were being packed off to bed, and my father would ensure that we were properly tucked in those nights before going back downstairs. We had an old Victorian house with locks on all the doors, and I used to hear the lock on the lounge door being turned once my father was back downstairs. I used to hear lots of laughter before I feel asleep, and of course I had no idea then what might else have been happening. Looking back now, I of course can only speculate as to what was going on, but it's not impossible that I inherited the desire to see my wife being fucked by a hung black guy. if my mother was getting it back then, providing she enjoyed it, then good for her.
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