All around her she saw crowds of young, tattooed Black men eyeing her curiously, some shaking their heads and shouting out to her. This was clearly so...ething they were familiar with. Some hadn't even bothered to acknowledge her presence."You lost white girl!?" one gentleman bellowed. "Another cracka bitch hooked on the black dick!" said a clearly unimpressed girl sitting on the hood of a car. "She here for that powda, who wanna bet me?" shouted one particularly colorful character holding a. I had to agree with her. I opened the pen and he cautiously approached us. “Come on boy. Come with me and get some pussy” said Claire.We went into the barn and I patted his head. He certainly knew what that meant and began to lick my soaked pussy. I was eager to have him mount me and I dropped to my knees. He did try to mount me but his trusts were nowhere near my pussy. Claire moved in and guided his cock to where it was supposed to go. The minute he felt his cock entering me he took charge.. The subtlest arch of her back... butt pressing into him...just enough to make him wonder whether it is intentional, or his imagination. The thrill of the tease causes her blood to rise and the skin of her neck to flush pink.As if in response to her unspoken question, she feels the softest touch of his hands as they are lightly laid on her skirt, just at the curve of her hips, and they tentatively remain...testing her reactions. Immediately, she feels a flush of moisture as it rises from her. A light blue dress that did everything to let you know she was a woman, as with Jess she wore semi high heels and carried a clutch bag and a light shawl.We all piled into the new Holden with Ron driving. When we acquired the Holden I had asked Billy to see if anyone could supply us with seatbelts, he found a small company that manufactured them for the racing enthusiasts so he had them made and installed prior to Ron taking delivery of the car.Seat belts on and we were away, pulling up in front.