I am guessing he was in his fifties or early sixties. He sat down and started to talk to us. He said he and his wife had always had a fantisy to have ...er fuck a couple of black guys. We thought maybe this was a trap or something but then she came over and it seemed more legit then. They were ordenary looking people, he was short and pudgy and she was maybe five foot two, kinda mousey, blonde, glasses, small tits, blue eyes-not much to get excited about, she did not even act like the type to be. I’m arching my hips up, trying to draw him inside me, but he pulls away. “Not yet,” he says, intent on teasing me. He runs his cock all along my slit, and it feels so good. I grind against him, loving the feeling but wanting him to fill me. Rick grabs my ankles and lifts them up, placing them on his shoulders, then he pauses with his throbbing cock barely touching me. I’m aching for it and he knows it. “Beg me,” he says, with a wicked glint in his eye. I shoot him a look right back. There’s no. She was wearing a low cut short black velvet dress which tightly hugged her figure. He saw her stroking her breasts with her left hand whilst she had her right buried up inside her dress and she was moaning quietly to herself. He walked over to face her and saw that she had raised the dress to give herself full access to her uncovered pussy and she was sliding her middle finger along her slit and then dipping it into herself to swirl it around. “Do you like what you see?” she asked him with her. She broke off the kiss and stepping back she pulled her nightgown over her head, tossing it to the side. She still had panties on but her breasts stood out full and beautiful. Jennifer and I had necked and petted a lot, so her bare breasts were nothing new to me. But today they were just so inviting. I stepped forward and leaned down, taking one into my mouth while I massaged the other with my hand. She moaned as I suckled her breast, biting down lightly on her nipple.She pulled back and.