My husband could not find emoployment anywhere so I finally answered an ad myself. It turned out to be a company owned by a black ex-football player a...d he was looking for a "gal Friday" to handle his correspondence, appointments, travel arrangements, reservations, and things like that.I was very nervous during the interview and all too aware of the way he eyed me up and down the whole time. His oogling eyes reminded of my high school days when so many of the black guys at my school looked at. Shuttling your hard cock in and out of my as your orgasm drew closer, you buried your tongue in my mouth. Moaning into my mouth I could feel you growing harder and knew what was coming. As you came, you sucked my tongue deep into your mouth, and the slight amount of pain combined with the pleasure of feeling you explode inside me pushed me to my fourth orgasm. We caught our breath together, your eyes locked on mine. As our breathing slowed, the water of the shower turned colder, and we slowly. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and an oversized man's white shirt buttoned up except for the top two or three buttons and nothing else Although she was wearing a shirt, her breasts seemed to be large and heavy, but firm enough not to sag badly when she wasn't wearing a bra. Obviously this was one of those times. Her face was flushed and it was clear she had been watching both the girls as long as I had with a similar reaction. Even though the shirt was unmistakably one or two sizes larger than. “What I have in mind won’t cost anything,” she said, taking my hand and giving a tug. “Come on! You’ll enjoy it!”So out we went, Lily holding my hand, almost pulling me along. “Come on!” she said impatiently. For me the words ‘going out’ implied the town centre, but not a bit of it. Soon we were on the edge of the common where I’d met Lily on that hot day several weeks ago.“Are we really going onto the common?” I asked. “At this time of night?”Lily just shrugged. “Why do you think people say.