Now the universe had provided her with the meansto fulfill that dream. But at what cost? George was firmly tethered tohis family by love.Dressing was...his drug of choice in life, but his family was his reasonfor living. The waiter showed up to take her drink order. She reallyfelt like a scotch, but her current attire required that she go withsomething a little less masculine. In her best Crystal voice sheasked, "Could I have a gin and tonic please?"Checking her wallet, she laughed to. Mira hadn't dared to walk out of her room. Instead she stayed in, had a shower, watched TV and then called her husband. She hoped he had flown out of the airport by now and would be here soon. She knew she was slipping and the only way to stop that was to have her husband by her side. But alas, the volcano was still spewing and the runways were still closed. Raghav wouldn't be here for at least a couple of more days.James watched the news on the TV. He recalled Mira telling him about her. She’s a tall, beautiful and aloof Black woman who goes to my old church, the Haitian-American Seventh-Day Adventist of downtown Brockton, Massachusetts. You should have seen her, folks. This dame was tall, dark-skinned and fine-looking, with the big round booty from hell. Roselyn is in her late thirties. I’m only twenty three but whatever. I’m cool with sexy older Black women. You could almost say that this brother has a MILF fetish. Actually, make that a Black MILF fetish. I find Black women. No, there was no penetration, only because Julie still had her jeans on although they were open in front.I sighed at the loss as the wash cloth left my cunt and whimpered for effect. Then I groaned in joy as Julie sank down and cupped my tits, then squished them together. My nipples were close together now and Julie's tongue began swiping at them, back and forth, back and forth, while Bob continued his methodical dry humping. I held her head in my hands as she continued playing windshield.