You take the last few steps and reach to pull me back against you, and press my back against your chest, quickly slipping your hands inside the blazer...of my uniform."Mmmm, how can I ever thank you for the special item you found?" You ask me this as your hand finds my breast.Cupping first one breast, then the other, your palm is branded by each of my erect and hardened nipples. You press your arousal deeper into me through the material of my skirt. One hand slides down to the hem of my skirt and. "Wow," I said. "That's quite a question." But would you?" David said, "Be interested? I mean willing, to do that, to...fuck Carol?"Up to that point, though I'd knowingly, and willingly, fucked a number of married white women, I'd never yet been asked to do so by any of their husbands!"What's your wife think about this?" I asked."Yeah, well," he said, "she doesn't know I'm bringing this up with you." Would she be mad if she did know?" Good question," David replied. "Maybe, but maybe not. What I. "Are you eating something?" Slurp . . Slurp . . Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm ah, I'm sucking on a popsicle. I didn't mean to be so loud." No, that's fine," I say with a little laugh. "It sounds like you're really doing a job on that thing." Oh, sorry, " Robyn says giggling. "Slurp . . Slurp . . Suck . . It's one of those big thick ones and you gotta really suck on it before gets all over." Well," I say. "By the sound of it you're gonna have that thing finished in no time at all." Suck . . Suck . . Suck. She reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Either she handed them to him or he grabbed them from her before they were tossed aside. She never did get those panties back.Events quickly, and rather unceremoniously, progressed to Marsha being empaled on his marble-hard cock while he remained standing. Her legs were splayed over his forearms and out to the side.His hands gripped her ass and hips. She held on to his bull-like neck as he bounced her up and down on the full.