Again. For at least the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes. Nothing. He went into whattsapp, but Catherine hadn’t been online since their last ex...hange, just before she went into her promotion meeting. That was four hours ago, and still no word on how it went. John had booked a restaurant, Catherine’s favourite, as a surprise to celebrate. Now he was just annoyed at the lack of news from his wife, and he packed up his desk to head home.Catherine had been a marketing associate at her firm for. She has a bi-racial 19 year old daughter that is long, tall, slender, and beautiful, but I dream about Chrissy.I went to Chrissy's house to help her move some furniture around, and when I got there, she asked if I had any weed. I had some rocket fuel and burned a doobie with her, then asked her if she would let me give her a foot massage. She knows I have a foot fetish, but I had never gotten a chance to get her by herself without either my wife or her daughter being there. We sat on the sofa. Cramped and hurting as we both were we didn't want to drown and by pure willpower we managed to place our backs against the sides of the mini pool (although I noticed Sue didn't make full contact with it) and let the warm scented water wash over us.Three of the Blacks sat on wicker chairs watching us."So fuckcunt," one of them said to Susan, "how're doing?" The others started giggling. "I s'pose you wanna know what this is all about. It's simple. We saw you comin' outta the restaurant last. "I guess you will never know," I replied I brought the panties to my face and inhaled the aroma, smelling her sex where her juices had oozed earlier. The smell was intoxicating, making my cock begin to stiffen again, the thought of how turned on she must have been earlier adding to the thrill. Paula could see my jeans begin to bulge and smiled coyly. "You seem to be enjoying sniffing my panties cowboy, how about the real thing?" She headed towards the bedroom and lay on the bed, spreading her.