"Yes!" I reached into my pocket and showed him a fifty dollar bill."I don't want to tell you what it's for but let's just say it's a surprise for the ...ife."He grinned as he tucked the rubber into his shirt pocket, he shook my hand."Not sure what you got in mind but if it will help you get even with your racist wife I will help. I hate them people that think there shit don't stink."He slowly walked into the bookstore and disappeared inside with my condom in his pocket, I had told him to make. Joey knows it well. After all, she took great pride and care for the impressive masculine specimen for nearly 10 years.“Make that two-hundred.” Steve said confidently.“Two-hundred and fifty…..since I will be hurting my poor old hands slapping those powerful balls.” Said Mrs. Joey in an authoritative tone. “This time, I am not going easy on you and I don’t care how swollen or bruised your balls are after the match.”Mrs. Joey retreated away from Steve’s ear as she began the next step of the. Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap. My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that, and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel. I drew ahead of him and lifted my skirts, exposing my stockings as an inducement, but then tore my panties off, exposing my buttocks to him whilst walking, their creaminess an inducement, an enticement, as each cheek danced between the framed silk of black suspenders and stocking.'Get your cock out and fuck', no room for flowery dictate, for this mating was one of urgency, I could feel myself on the edge, all I needed was to be filled and feel this young buck inside me, hump a little, and feel.