So I have to prove you are...”Deann is about to speak again when the car pulls to a halt. We’ve literally only been driving for 3 minutes. “Are ...e there already?” They ask.Outside – we’re in a familiar little street of terraced council houses – and Pablo is standing at the front door of his little home. He says ‘hallo’ as the girls get out of the car. Deann is about his age, but her loud clothes, tattoos, bleached hair and overly made-up face are the opposite of his very conservative clothing. He looked me in the eyes and smiled and reciprocated by stroking my own hard cock, dripping in precum. He pushed me backwards to lay down and then took my own cock into his mouth. It was the most intense sensitive sublime connection we had ever had as he took my cock all the way down his throat, pleasuring my balls with is hands and then with another hand sliding it up to my chest and rubbing my nipples. Pleasure waves were going in all directions as his hands and mouth pleasured places on my. So natural for my wife. Does not have to told to go sit atop a big fat black cock.As Karen was working her pussy up and down on a hard black cock, Willis reached up to pinch one of Karen’s sagging breast as they bounced up and down. He did manage to squirt some milk out of one and immediately had his mouth latch on the nipple sucking my wife’s motherly fluid. Karen started to cum. I was jacking off and started to cum again. Can’t control myself when a black head is latched on to my white wife. "Grace, I know you hate my guts and I would to. But please let me talk to you or just let me apologize for what I did!" he said loudly his eyes watering. After a while with no response he tested the door knob. It was unlocked. So he stepped in, looking around the room for Grace. Matty found her sitting on her bed looking down at what looked like a scrap book. Matty sat down on the end of the bed. "Grace, all of those things I said; I didn't mean any of them." "I know, I know you didn't mean.