Her gold bracelets on her right hand scrapped along withher matching finger nails on the metal handles next to her big ass.I could smell a strong musk...smell in the porta potty as she held hereyes close and her wetness hit the toilet bottom.I could feel my dick getting bigger in my hand as I watched this goddess sitting within arm length of were I was peeing. I looked up into the plasticceiling and moved my hand off my erect cock. A few seconds later Ifelt a small hand wrap her fingers around my. “That’s true, Jason interrupts, I think you should talk to your son.”Thoughtful, MM walks over to the bar. Without a word, he pours himself a large Bourbon. These idiots are right, but now is not the time to introduce his son Ben into the murky world of his business. The boy isn’t ready yet. The two advisers fell silent when they saw their boss’s figure examining the file. They know him well and know that one more word could be dangerous. According to the report, a man named Gary, a married man. I reached over and kissed her as softly as I could. I loved to kiss and tease. She responded well kissing me warmly. Our tongues danced lightly together flirting and teasing each other. Beth reached down to rub my crotch while I began to unbutton her blouse. Her Rubenesque figure, soft and curvy was very attractive. I felt her plump breast. The pair had been driving me crazy since I met her now I buried my face between them. They were nice and firm with tiny pink nipples. Her areola were two. But I was certain she wasn't interested in me. We were both very different. At least according to her mom. I hated her mom. She was a real bitch, a racist bitch in fact. She was not happy that her blonde haired & blue eyed daughter was friends with someone who was dark skinned and exotic. I was born and raised in America, but just because my skin color was different I had to deal with bullshit like that. That's why we never really hung out at Hillary's house. The few times I went by, I always.