You are on for lunch Friday at Sadie Mae's Cafe." she said."That's great, I can almost walk there," I said. Sadie Mae's was a legend in the black comm...nity. Sadie Mae was actually a man who had opened the comfort food style cafe in the fifties. It was a struggle, but legend has it he fed white cops free, in exchange for protection. The protection might well have been from the white cops.Since everything politicians do is to send a message, the site of the meeting had to be a message as well. If. When we reached the apartment I put on my gold stilettos and jumped out, taking a big swallow of air. All of a sudden I didn’t feel like my alcohol dreamland anymore. Reality seemed to be back in effect, and back with a bang. I straighten myself out. I straightened my clothes, ran a brush through my hair and grabbed my purse on my way out the door. I ran to the car, putting as much distance between myself and the apartment as possible. I turned back around to the building and strutted my ass. Sam was in front of her and rubbed his sudsy hands over her massive breasts again and again as he kissed her. My soapy cock was pressed up against her ass and my right hand reached around her and rubbed her pussy."Mmm," she responded as I slowly rubbed by fingers over her slit.. After a minute or so I took a step back. I grabbed her around the hips and pulled her ass toward me, so she was leaning forward slightly. I spread her legs apart and grabbed the detachable shower head behind me. I. With great reverence he pushed his thumbs into Cyn’s pussy. She moaned a bit at the contact. Using those thumbs Zach pulled Cyn’s labia to each side and inspected her pretty pinkness. I could see how wet and dripping she was from across the room. Cyn’s blush went from her neck to her tummy, embarrassed to be looked at so intimately. He pushed back her hood with his forefinger and her distended clit came into view. Cyn couldn’t stop her hips from bucking as he ran a finger around it.