Now the boy was in a hurry, got up, dressed and waved her a goodbye.Irene lay there and was frustrated about his abrupt leaving. And thinking about, i... it had been better if her boyfriend had been there too. To take over when the other was spent to fill her needs.Dreaming and thinking had to come to an end. One more load of cum didn’t make that much of a difference, but Irene was still facing a problem. As good as possible she cleaned her thighs with some hay, but it was scratchy at her cunt.. How about you promise to answer honestly if and when I ask?”“Fair enough,” Penny replied.Her husband was eager to fuck her again after breakfast and then later in the afternoon when she returned from shopping. She didn’t tell him, because he didn’t ask, that Trent had spent a happy half-hour between her legs while she was out. He noticed that she was slippery and she simply said that his interest in her was turning her on. That was at least part of the truth.A couple of weeks later the subject. Unable to resist, she crept forward slowly, hands laced together on her stomach like a nervous young girl. "Get on yo' knees hoe, and lose that top...I wanna see them famous white titties while you work for yo' pay." Lena couldn't believe she was letting someone speak to her this way, especially an individual as shady and low on society's totem pole as this. A d**g dealer. A gang-banger. She might try to deny it to him - betray the appearance of someone who wasn't totally under a Black cock. As each button was undone, making a soft 'pop' as it was released, thoughts of the moment on the sofa instantly rushed to her mind again. His smell and taste, the touch of his strong, large hands all returned with vivid, urgent clarity. She fought through thought.The last button gave way. The light material of her night shirt parted exposing a smooth unbroken line of peach flesh from her neck down between her breasts, past her belly to the lip of her panties. Her hands dropped to her sides.All.