The person on the other end is a man. Or so the name she calls him is. She says she wants to get laid. She wants a hot black cock inside her. Would he...be willing to come over in a few minutes and fuck her brains out. Give it to me as hard as you ac. Make me scream like never before. I want to be your slut she said to the man on the phone. Can you do that she asks.An agreement is made over the phone and the male on the phone will be over in two hours. My wife hangs up the phone and tells me. He was very slow and patient taking his hand away from mine saying that only I would know when the time was right to begin sucking his cock. After a few minutes of feeling his rock hard cock in my hand I decided it was time to give a try and I slid off the couch between his legs so I was eyeball to his cock. It looked beautiful and I reached out my tongue to give it a tentative lick. I loved the taste of his cock and precum. I could also taste my wife's pussy on his cock. Perhaps that is. Their mother fussed as usual, running through the instructions for heating their meals for the third time until she too wished them farewell.Mike suggested to Lauren that they should invite Patrik and Nikki round to watch the film that afternoon, but Lauren was reluctant to see Patrik.“He’s OK, Lori, he’s a good friend”“Yeah I know, but I don’t want him to think there’s anything permanent, you know”“OK, what about Nikki?”“Yeah, I suppose so, I’ll give her a call” said Lauren, dialing her. Black, oriental, girls strutting, pimps walking, all about sex and drugs, barbaric splendour, for sale and on display. But this girl, this one whore, stood there with outthrust breasts and cherry red boots with long fuck me heels, full breasts barely concealed by a tank top, and a half length white leather jacket. And red hair. The exact same shade of red as Katy's own. A glorious, bouyant, sensuous, slutty shade of red, unconstrained, and free. It was only a glimpse, but Katy was.