The black man led her to an outdoor raised padded bench. Her hubby lovingly held her hands presenting her ass, c**t and mouth in doggie position. The ...lack stud spread wide her legs and started sliding that black massive c**k into her. Her moans turned to screams as he started pumping her rhythmically like only Blacks can do. She bawled like a ghoul when he shoved it hard and deep into her. He pumped her harder and harder. I could not believe how long this fine Black specimen of a man could. But really, it wasn't much different from the other five nights, except for the removal of her clothes. The dress was black with a plunging neckline. She wore nothing underneath and once we got the dress off everything else was familiar. We knew each other's bodies, what we liked, the sounds we made to approve or disapprove of what the other was doing. There were no surprises.Even though I knew them intimately, I would never tire of her small breasts and hairless pussy. The thing that continued. I noticed she also had on black high heels, which I have always found to be incredibly sexy. Her full, wine-colored lips were intoxicating to look at.And she sat down right next to me! Now, unlike the gay bars we frequented with Shekhar, Voodoo catered to both men and women. So when this amazingly hot female sat down next to me, I got very excited. Could it be that the encounter I’d fantasized about could actually happen? We started talking and introduced ourselves. Her name was Roshni and she. What I mean is how do you have a... you looklike.... a girl!" Finally! Dad, I am a girl! And I have all the right parts! How couldyou not know?" Go put something else on! That looks indecent! NOW!"I changed and went out the front. leaving my mother to explain thingsto him. I was washing the car when Stan drove up. He had Sasha withhim. She ran up and hugged me, while Stan simply stood there grinning."I knew that you would look smoking hit in a wet tee." Sasha, come with me. Let's leave this.