This was not the first time I could see Ana with a black man and all I could think about was dropping my own cock out of my pants to stroke it in time...with her movements. Tyrone was groaning louder now, making Ana's head up and down his shaft. She responded by moaning in little whimpers as it slid back and forth down her throat. I had just starting to get to work on myself when she suddenly stopped and stood up. I quickly dropped down so she wouldn't see me and heard her say that they didn't. "So she was going to dump him. Damn, that was fast."What do you mean?" he asked, trying to sound normal. He was upset though. Hell, even his cock was soft now."I'm not really sure how to explain it," she said. "I mean, I don't have a lot of experience with this kind of thing and I don't know how to say what I need to say without it coming out wrong." Well, just say it," he said, he said after swallowing. "If it comes out wrong, you can try again."Tina closed her eyes. She was pretty sure that. Did they?", she asked. By now I was at full staff, and said I didn't think they did, but was too afraid she would see me staring. "I did see you staring, you silly boy...and it made me excited...guess I'll have to wear the outfit again so you can get a good look, eh?", she laughed. She put out her smoke, stood up, and said, "I'll be right back." The panty she was wearing was very shiny and very tight on her, and it looked so good. She turned toward the closet, and said, "We are alone...I put. “You always win.” He smiled as he led the girls away with one on each arm. I gave my credit card to the waiter and told him to add thirty percent for himself and ten dollars for the maître d'. As I sat there and waited, I poured the last glass of bubbly and thought about how strange this night seemed. I felt like the clueless guy at a party that didn’t understand the joke everyone else was laughing at. There was something about this evening that I just couldn’t put my finger on. Oh, well. It's.