You don't.

You can not even begin to imagine what to say to Connor about the Mandingo Society.

And besides, should you even try? It's not like he is even doing anything wrong...

You lie back, close your eyes and sink into the bed as you cum in Heather's hot mouth.

Your wife giggles as she plays with your limp wick, "Did you enjoy that, honey? I swear, the more loads I suck out of you, the wimpier you get. Probably not, though, since the other guys I blow remain just as strong and long as ever."

You blush in embarrassment as you remember just yesterday, when a young black man, just 19-years-old, visited the house, flashed his Society membership card, and then spent the next hour on your living room couch, pants around his ankles, as Heather sucked his massive dick. You fetched him two drinks, like you were his butler.

"Well, good night, honey. Remember, we're visiting my sister tomorrow. Veronica will be so happy to see us..." Heather says as she turns off the light.

The next day, you and your wife leave at 10AM to go to Veronica's house.