"Supply siders, on the other hand, argue that..."My breath was quickening between my full lips as my fingers traced my labia, spreading them gently an... brushing over the moist flesh in between. A few quick clicks and I was reading one of my favorite stories, about an Asian girl getting fucked by a Black man with a large dick, cheesy and racist I know, but well written and gave me that wonderfully dirty feeling. I lifted my hand and brought it up discreetly, giving my breast a light squeeze on. I looked at them and I knew where that apartment complex was. I got my keys and went for a little ride. I found it and parked down the street and walked up. There was a big black guy standing out side the door, he was checking the guest list as everyone entered. I knew if I went in I would be busted by my wife so I walked around to the pool side and looked in the window. There where around a hundred poeple there...umm I thought she said twenty five. Most of them black, I saw Ann and her husband. Seeking to understand the movements of the boy.Silence does not help me. I do not see nothing and hear noises. I do not feel panic. the boy's legs are close to my body.I am aware that lying face up between the boy's legs.My mouth is open for breathing quickened. I try to keep wet my lips with his tongue.I sense the movement of the hands of the boy. The hands move from my hips, rise along the body.I feel a finger stroking my lips.Seeking the tip of the tongue touching the fingers of the boy. Now. After paying we made our way back outside and I led her around the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. Tucked in an alcove between the dumpster and the back of the building I brought her into my arms again. She snuggled close to me this time, slipping her hands underneath my jacket and around my waist. “At least I’m ready for it now,” she said. “I don’t suppose you care to tell me where we’re going this time?” “Sight seeing. Ready?” “Yep. Take it away.” Resting my chin on her head I.