This guy is black, and I mean Africa Black, way over 6' and muscular! Like a fool, I point to my car, we walk over, I unlock and we get in.As I crank ...p the car I ask where to and he says, "Your place, lets go". I know we talked some as I drove but I don't remember any of it, it was like I was on d**gs. Scared shitless and totally excited all at once! And then reality came back as I heard my front door to my house close behind me and I heard him lock the deadbolt. He told me he wanted a beer. Pam slid her fingers along his prick as she stepped back then turned her side to her audience and started to gather her dress towards her shoulders.The tops of nylons appeared; suspender straps; the paler skin of her thighs; her hollow haunches. She wore no panties. There was a mole in the hollow of her back and another below the clasp of her bra. She slipped the dress over her head, unfastened her brassiere and turned back to us. Her breasts were old woman hollow. I was surprised to find them. I could only imagine how far they would take things. She was supposed to call me when it was over, to gossip, but I hadn’t heard so much as a peep—which meant that Shane was probably getting an even better show than I’d expected. It was weird: I was jealous, but at the same time I also wasn’t. What’s it called again, when your brain can simultaneously hold two conflicting opinions? Cognitive dissonance? No, that’s something else. Nevermind. I felt possessive of Shane, but I honestly kind of. I’d be very curious to see how I and other women look when we pull a train and get fucked half to death. I like that expression that Jon introduced me to there, that he found on those story sites... ‘pulled a train.’ It sounds very hot that way, for some reason, you know, kinky and wild, unstoppable, inevitable, just like a train!“You can’t stop this locomotive, can you? Also reminds me of that Kylie Minogue song, ‘The Locomotion,’ you know. Say, you want to zap her? Kylie Minogue, that is? I’d.