‘Shoes, socks off.’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said. He kicked off his shoes and socks, put his hands back behind his back, and stared straight ahead ...t me. She looked right at me, and glared as if I was doing something wrong. ‘Stop staring at my pussy,’ she said. I didn’t realize I was doing it even thought I was mesmerized with it, even more so than those two perfect round mounds of her ass that weren’t covered at all. Even more than her full tits and nipples that were straining through the leather. Ispoke up, "Now, wait a minute. I think that I should talk to Carol aboutwhen we are going to swap back."Barbara turned to say, "Don't get your panties in your crack, Steve! Wecan discuss that when we get home. Roger and Mugobe are inside, waitingfor us." I stood still. "Come on. You can't say that you don't enjoybeing a woman when a man screws your wet pussy with his big hard cock.Remember, Roger and Mugobe have two gigantic black cocks just waitingfor you. You came so many times Monday that. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled gently down, full of awe and worship at the softness of her skin. She reached back, and pretty hands with nails in shiny, gleaming, yummy red parted her cheeks. Shamelessly, she exposed her pinkish pucker, that lovely and forbidden rose I had imagined in my sleepless, randy nights. The first touch of my tongue was tentative. The scent of flowery body lotion wafted first into my senses, followed by the sweet and salty taste of. Hazel looked away, at the abandoned popcorn on the coffee table, the open book lying face down on the sofa. An empty water glass was balanced on top of it.“Do you want a drink or something?” she asked.He laughed. “No, I don’t want a goddamn drink.”“So what do you want?” Her voice came out more aggressive than she would have liked but who would blame her? He’d shown up out of the blue, acting out of sorts and she didn’t have a clue what his game was.“You’re mad at me?” His voice was amused. “You.