My legs were like rocks the thigh muscles were like tree trunks and my tits and ass were enough to have any man drooling. I started to undress and whi...e I was undressing I lost control and started caressing myself. I slid my hands down my belly into my already wet underwear. I slipped my finger into my pussy and started to rub my clit. Man it felt so good; I started going faster and faster. Then out of nowhere came a knock on my door... I froze like a deer in headlights.Who is it?It's me. That’s no accident. It was planned. The wealthy white corporations who control the real estate market want to use the Foreclosure Crisis to remove scores of African-Americans from these Black-dominated cities and towns. They want to sell their foreclosed houses to wealthy white families through the never ending process of Gentrification. I wish more African-American homeowners realize that sinister forces in the worlds of politics and business are plotting their doom. They should admit this to. I knew I wasn’t allowed to let go yet. Before long she cried out and her pussy gripped the dildo, pushing on it so I couldn’t thrust any longer.I slowly pushed in against her orgasm and slowly pulled out over and over until I felt the clamping stop. The dildo slid out of her easily. I stayed where I was and she licked the taste of herself off the dildo until it was clean and went to her husband to kiss him deeply.“How do I taste?” She smiled wickedly.“Like I want more.” I watched as they. "You're generous," she murmured."Nah," I replied, "these people work hard. She boogied while we sat in the lap of luxury. Okay, not luxury," I added, rolling my eyes, "it's only Village Inn."We both laughed a little.We left the building and reached my car; at which point, she said, "You know, they say you can tell what kind of person someone is by how they treat a waiter."I was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Like you said earlier, I'm a gentleman."I opened the car door and let her in..