I looked over and there was this black guy wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a green t-shirt. He pulled me in closer to him and I was looking down at ...is crotch. He zipped open his jeans and I leaned down and kissed his crotch. As I made out with his crotch his dick was getting hard in his underwear. His cock got hard enough to pop out of his underwear and the tip of his penis was touching my lips. I opened my mouth and the guy pushed my head down on his cock. I felt his cock forcing itself. I made her suck me off the rest of the way, dumping my load all over her face.Miss Laura still haunted me, and it was her face I saw in place of Kristie’s. I went home and continued my routine. A week and a half later, Friday afternoon, at 1:30-ish, I got the text I yearned for. Miss Laura: Get over here by 3.Me: I’m at work. Might not get out of here by then.Miss Laura: 3 or never, Flyboy. Fuck, I thought and then said okay. I’d work it out and I did, though I’d be working on reports all. She stretched her leg, dropped her shoe, laid her foot on my knee and started moving it forward to the bulge which was already building up in my pants. As if we had known each other for years, she started caressing my growing hard-on with her foot, grabbed my foot and put it between her meaty thighs, then pulled it forward under her skirt, and I felt that she did not wear panties. My toes were pushed onto a very wet, soft pussy, covered by thick, soft hair like her mother’s, and she started to. Eleanor trembled but then stepped toward him, her hands reaching out to help remove his vest and shirt. As she reached for his belt, she could feel the heat radiating through the fabric of his pants. Her mouth went dry in anticipation of their coming together. His boots thrown in the corner, he stood before her as proud as the mighty oak tree. Roys massive chest was covered with the same ginger hair that was on his head. It was as if his beard never stopped growing. His eyes glowed with amber.