A couple of cars are circling mine, attracted by the mysterious woman who has strutted across this darkened car park and climbed into the car of a tot...l stranger.With Hayley now sat beside me I call her husband and instruct him to bring her things over to us. He gets out clutching a holdall that I know is filled with the items from The List. As he arrives at the car door he is able to look across at where his wife now sits, the tiny leather skirt unzipped allowing her thighs to spread wide. Your mind is filled with visions of hard black cock and soft white pussy, rubbing against each other and exploring each other in every way imaginable. Tasting each other's flesh. Encouraging each other to orgasm. Enjoying the Supreme Sexual taboo lurking in the mind of every suburban white wife in America.And you're enjoying it, even though you don't have the balls to admit it to yourself yet. There are literally hundreds of websites showing amateur videos of real white couples enjoying the. " "Oh, well maybe I'll get some of our staff to look in on them if they aren't back soon. You need another Woodchuck Pear Cider while you wait?" "Um, yeah sure that will be fine." All the while when the wench and Robin was talking Larry was slowly tracing along the edge of Robin's panties, which where a pair of black lace thongs to match her career belt. With his other hand Larry was pulling on the straps of the garter belt so that they were snapping against Robin's skin. Robin whispered under. In doing so the hem rode even higher; an opportunity I couldn’t resist to look up her dress again. Aunt Joan wasn’t wearing nylons as I had assumed but tan pantyhose. Her hem had hunched up her thighs such that I could see the edge of a band of darker nylon. I repeated the task and off came her right boot.‘Oh Bill what a relief, thanks well done, I can’t tell you how sore my feet get at the hotel’. I was still holding her right foot and instinctively began to gently rub it. ‘Ooh Bill that’s.