My job involves the arduous task of running all over the continent of North America finding sexy Black men to fuck. From Boston to Atlanta and New Yor.... From Toronto to Calgary and Montreal. From Mexico City to Cancun. Wherever sexy Black men are to be found, I'll be there. Now, you wouldn't think that's such a hard thing to do since I'm a five-foot-eleven, busty and big-bottomed, curvy Irish-American woman with blonde hair and green eyes. However, there is a twist in that proposition. I must. Iv always had very large breasts so it was essential to find a white bra for underneath my top. I was feeling a little frisky this particular night so I decided to go with out panties for a change. We were seeing a drama film, just to pass the night along, which had already been at the cinema for quite some time now, so we knew we‘d be the only people in the cinema. We got some drinks and candy and went in to the theatre, my husband grouping my ass along the way, he pressed me against the wall,. Bleary-eyed, I tried lifting my head to investigate. Max licked my face."Oh, yuck, no! Don't you do that!" I protested, spitting disgustedly. He licked me again from chin to my hairline, a long slobbery lick that made me cringe away, appalled. It dawned on me slowly why the back of my gown was out of place and my rear end appallingly wet."Oh, please, no!" I groaned. "Tell me you didn't." An experimental shifting of my legs told me they were splayed invitingly. No wonder the skin of my butt. They all got down into their three point stances, asses high again. Bob looked left and right, out of habit and then approached his center. Without thinking he flipped up the towel that was hanging down behind the center.Except it wasn't a towel. It was Tiffany's skirt."COACH PORTER!" she squealed and stood up, turning around."Oh ... um sorry" he mumbled. He explained about the towel. She remembered seeing her boyfriend do the same thing and laughed. "It's OK, coach. It's no big deal." She got.