Taking my clue from the way she dressed herself and how Alexandra had been fascinated by my legs I’d decided to wear a simple cream silk blouse over...a tight short black leather skirt with sheer to waist tights and heels. I had slipped on a French raincoat to look a little more inconspicuous… and sophisticated. I normally subscribe to the view that ‘a dress should be tight enough to prove you’re a woman but loose enough to show you’re a lady’. At the hotel bar I picked up a bottle of chilled. I pulled her sweater over head and bit along her neckline, rubbing the skin on her back and then letting my hands drift into the back of her slacks. I grabbed her ass in both hands (I’m 6’4” and have huge hands) and squeezed her ass through her panties.We both got out of our clothes and laid down right there on the carpeted floor. I bit and nipped her body all over and she moaned, arching and stretching in response. Her hands were rubbing my head. I let my lips taste her skin as I made my way. "Hello," the sixty-something Black woman answered."Hey, mom! How are you," inquired Xan."I'm well, baby! How are you doing?" All is well here." When are you coming to see us?" Well..." Xan, you always say that. I know you're busy, but your dad and I like to see you and Portia." I understand, mama. I'll book a flight for next weekend." Do we need to pay for it?" What? Why would you ask that," Xan protested."I'm not saying we need to. I was just asking." Mama, I don't need you and Dad to pay for. “Your turn now,” he told me. He handed me the lube and assumed my former position, head down, ass in the air. I had only fucked a guy once, a high school buddy of mine. I remembered how good that had been. I squirted some lube into my hand, placed some between his cheeks and started working it around on my shaft. The slippery feel of my familiar hand had me rock hard in seconds. My cock was a little thicker than his, I thought, about eight inches with a large mushroom head. I moved up between.