Phir anayas hi mere haath uthe aur mami ki saari ka kinara pakadkar main ne kamar tak ulat diya. Aur mere aankhon ke samne mami ki choot ke kale kale ...hare hue jhant the. Main ne jhant par hath pherna shuru kar diya aur jhanton ke bich maang pharte hue choot ka darshan kar hi liya. Phir kya tha mera lund bahadur tan kar khara ho gaya. Main apni ek ungli se choot ki jhilli hatai aur sahlane laga. Achanak mami ne lambi sans khinchi to main thora ghabra sa gaya aur ek nigah mami ke chehre par. She took her hand away and looked shocked, I quickly wished that I hadn’t said anything but she seemed to get over the initial shock quite quickly and changed to being intrigued. She asked me lots of questions about my tights fetish; what I had done with her tights, did I enjoy wearing, did I like other men in tights etc. I answered all honestly, relaxing more as the conversation went on and Anne seemed to be taking a genuine interest.Anne got up and left the room, returning with a pair. ‘Before I let this go any further lover, I want you to know that I don’t come for free,’ she looked at him while playing with her breasts through the halter top, her green eyes flashing. ‘I knew that already. My only question is only how much it will cost me.’ She smiled and disclosed to him the price of her services for the night. He didn’t bat an eye of course, but simply took some bills from his wallet and laid it on the table. He took a seat in the corner of the room. ‘I want to see you get. He is quite tall, about 6 feet 4 inches.And he's black.I've never dated a black guy before, but I just can't get Jamaar outof my head.He owns a sporting store, where he also works.His store is just a block away from my apartment, so I go there almosteveryday just to see him and maybe talk to him.He has these sports drinks that I buy just so that I have a reason for going to his store.I've told him that I really like those drinks and that I've not foundthem anywhere else.Well let me tell you a.