" Your ice cream date?" she smiled, eyes still covered by her arm."Yep."I spread lotion around her hips and stomach and up her sides, then I worked on...her arms. I couldn't seem to catch my breath and I felt hotter than hell. I wanted to take off my sweater, but there was no way that my tee shirt could hide the fact that I had a big dick sticking up from between my legs."Don't forget my boobies," she said."Boobies? Really?" I chuckled. It was forced though, because I hadn't forgotten them at. Your long tanned legs are orange and also glimmer in the sun from where the salon added slitter to your spray tan. Where most of the girls on the beach wear bikinis, you are wearing a pair of tiny denim cut off shorts, they are too small for you and you cannot do up the top 2 buttons, as a result your pussy is practically on show, if you had a hairy bush you would be on show but as I look really close, I can just make out the top of the landing strip you had waxed in for you holidays. Your. "Rose gulped. He wants to spend time with me or try to seduce me. What should I say? He's a handsome, intelligent and courteous, but he's a horny black male. "That would be nice, but I have to catch the eleven o'clock bus." I understand, and I'll have you there on time." He finished his wine, sat the glass down, took one of her hands in his and gave it a slight squeeze. "I'll see you a little after nine" He flashed her a white toothed smile.Rose watched his broad shoulders, narrow waist slender. Len reached across me to give my wife's breast a gentle massage. Then he did the same to me. Even though my boob was fake, I could feel it rubbing against the receptive nipple underneath and my dick twitched. Tarla used two fingers to massage my dick, up and down. I whimpered with need. Len wet his fingertip and touched the interior of my ear. I shifted my bare bottom around, which had the unfortunate effect of making my dick, which Tarla had released, wag side to side. She giggled and took.