I wanted so to please the man. I drove myself down hard on his cock. I was so wet, that his huge cock had no trouble sliding in and out of me. Deeper ...nd deeper his cock traveled into my womb. I came repeatedly and then Kareem grabbed my hips and arched his back. "Fuck girl, this is it, this is were I make this pussy mine." Now I had read stories about how black guys would say stuff like that and thought it was part of the cliche. With Kareem I believed it. His throbbing cock put me at a sexual. I gotup from the bed and walked up behind her. I grabbed the straps from her fingers and latched the hooks together. The bra latched, I adjusted the strap around her back and up to her cups, which I ran my hands over and groped."Happy Mother's Day, Mom."She smiled and ran her hands over mine, intertwining fingers over the brassiere material."Thanks, baby. And I just loovvee.....", she turned to face me and gave me a kiss, "....being a Mother." She walked to the closet, picked out her favourite. I clearly passed his scrutiny and was ushered up to their suite where I was introduced to Kirstie; a petite woman with a faded evidence of good looks in her prime but having worn well for what I guessed was someone in her late seventies or early eighties. Given Stan’s obvious liberty with his age this came as no surprise to me and anyway knocking a few years off ones age is a common device in the swinging worldA slightly awkward conversation followed hampered by Kirstie’s significant hearing. "What's up with those two?" Evie inquired, seemingly reading my mind. "I'm having a hard time reading them. I don't know if they're friends with little crushes on each other, or whether it's something more serious." I have no idea. I know that they spend a lot of time on the phone with each other. I also know that they went together to the movies last week. But beyond that? I'm a little bit hesitant to bring anything up with either of them. I don't want to appear to be trying to come between.