After that night, he knew I would love to be fucked by a black cock, as he would rub my pussy at night as I lay there asleep and whisper to me, asking...me if I wanted a black cock. I always woke up with his hand on my cunt and me with such a hot pussy as he whispered to me.One night he was rubbing my pussy, playing attention to my enlarged clit as he worked me into a fever. I was so hot as I humped my pussy to his dancing fingers teasing my clit. "Do you want some black cock, baby? Would you. "She grabbed my hand pulling me away from the table toward the back door. We walked across the street in silence and climbed onto the platform. I unlocked the box with the crank for the stairs and slowly lowered the ladder. Mrs. Taylor started up. When she was about half way, I glanced up and almost fell off the ladder. I was stunned to see that she was sans culotte, her shaved pussy winking at me as she climbed from step to step.She looked back down at me and said, "Come along, we don't have. It seemed the only towel that fitted was the one wrapped around her head drying off her hair.Annie did not seem fazed by the ill-fitting towels which on more than one occasion flashed a little more flesh that she would have hoped. She now tucked into the cheeseburger and fries washed down with coke-cola. Angie tried to make her more comfortable by undressing herself and slipping on one of the hotel robes but Annie took this to mean something else as she suddenly without warning leaned forward. ” Anne said.I could say nothing. I was so turned on by the display before me. I just frigged Anne for all that I was worth. Mrs. Kent was close to coming, moaning in pleasure as the vacuum did its job. I too was close to me second orgasm of the day and I could feel Anne was also getting near. I think we were all trying for the same thing; to come together at the same time with Anne and I taking our lead from Mrs. Kent.“Come on Wendy,” shouted Anne, “bring yourself off you slut. Come for Mary.