She listened, to me, and seemed to be interested in what I said. She was funny sweet and although no longer a young woman quite attractive. Even more ...he made me feel good all over. I had not brought my car, but she had brought hers. Anne then offered to drive me home. I did not want to leave her yet, so I accepted the ride. As we entered her car the overwhelming urge to kiss her overcame me. I kissed my sweet Anne as I had not kissed anyone since my honeymoon. She returned the kiss with equal. . . oops, sorry, I mean niggazz, you now what I’m saying, he would kill me.” Jenny’s penchant for talking without caring if the other person contributed or not, heightened by her inebriation, didn’t seem to bother Darren one teeny, tiny, little bit. He wasn’t even particularly disturbed by the fact that her “hood” vernacular came directly from MTV or that she had stereotyped him as a degenerate. He thought she was hot and that was all he cared about. They arrived at Darren’s apartment in no. My light grey knickers served only to reveal my desperately excited state. My swollen penis was forcing its way up past the thick waistband of my gym knickers. This created a huge bulge up the front of my knickers whilst the crotch now showed a deep dark stain as little beads of my love juice squeezed past the elasticated legs. I had not noticed that all this was clearly visible to Jenny who was now staring transfixed at my exposed knickers. I finally realised what she was looking at and I. We were looking each other into our eyes with heavy breaths; I then hold her both thighs, widened them apart, opened my mouth, bought my tongue out, rolled over my lips and started moving my tongue in the air as if I am licking her pussy. She got much aroused by these actions and started fingering herself with high speed and loud moans with all bad words from her mouth. After 5-10 minutes she released her juices which started rolling from her pussy. I felt proud of myself as my magic got.