I could see her through her kitchen window which was wide open. Stephen’s light was on his apartment too. Fuck! I’m naked and covered in dried c...m and piss. I decided to make a run for the front door and hope she doesn’t see a naked black guy running for her front door. Her kitchen light turned off and I sprinted for the front door. Just has my hand touched the door knob her kitchen light turned on again… I froze. Then I turned the knob slowly and gently pushed the door open. I sprinted. I told her. “I’m only into women’s underwear, not the clothes.” She wasn’t going to let me out of this. And led me out to my car. She got in the passenger side and then got back out. “Wait, I forgot something.” When she reappeared, there was a pair of fuck me boots in her hands. “You’ll be needing these.” She programmed an address into the GPS and we headed out. About 20 miles outside of town we arrived at our destination. A women’s strip club? Oh well, could be worse. I put on the boots which. This heady thought runs through both of their minds and they thrust and throb and clenches against each other. Emma’s ass is against the cold floor cooling her there as her cunt gets hotter and hotter.They are in sync now with their thrust and parry back and forth as they climb up higher on their cliff to crash from in moments. It does not take long for this bout between them to come to a satisfying conclusion for both fencers. Emma does want to cry out touché as she feels the final hard. I'd be happy to have you do that again.”“Now Jane I bet your knickers are wet. Am I right?” “Yes you are Angela.” “Then you need to wiggle out of those slacks. By the way, I don't want you ever to wear slacks again. I want you to get out of them in the sexiest way you can and do give your lovely tits a good wiggle in the process.”Jane reached round the back and undid the catch, then she slide the zip down. All the while she was wiggling and her tits were shaken from side to side. Angela watched.