Shame, he would probably never see her again…~~~And yet here she was! Rosie closed the door to the apartment. “Shit! Mr Douglas, oh my god. Seriou...ly, you mustn't tell anyone,” she pleaded. She looked really worried.“No, of course not,” Jon mumbled. He couldn't take his eyes off Rosie.She looked stunning. She wore a black and red matching bra and panty set, with black stockings and suspenders, and black high heels. The bra must have been one or even two sizes too small, meaning her tits were. I asked if I had time for a quick freshening up, and he agreed as he went into the kitchen to set out our meal. As I walked in he pulled my chair out for me and then handed me my napkin. Again I blushed when our hands touched. Smiling again he sat down and together we prayed over dinner. We continued talking quietly over dinner and finally after we had cleaned up the kitchen, or he had rather not allowing me to lift a finger, only to hand me a glass of white wine. We walked into the living area. I told my wife I was cumming and she reminded me that she had no protection. Since her womb was full of cum already, I didn't hold back. I blew my load to mix with the black man's.That must have turned Mr. Massive Black Cock too. His cock was hard again and my wife had trouble fitting his head in her mouth as she sucked him.Finally after I was done cumming my cock began softening and her pussy pushed me out. Tina climbed up on Mr. Massive's cock and started to ride his big black organ.I don't. I promise it will never happen again! Please don't tell anyone..." and suddenly stopped when the room darkened.They both stood for a moment's silence before Rekha said, 'I won't tell anyone but I want to see you do it again'. Events were probably happening too fast for Samir to take in and he continued to apologise when suddenly Rekha pulled the pallu (veil) of her saree from her left shoulder to expose her firm breasts. They were not admittedly very big and if Samir was experienced he would.