I felt momentarily guilty attempting to extract cash from these living-on-a-fixed income ladies. The thought left me feeling as slimy as a slice of Os...ar Mayer baloney but I quickly got over it.These gals seemed in good shape. Their boobs were still on their chests, not playing hacky sack with their knees. Encouraging. To break the ice my hostess, Flo, offered me a frosty tumbler of prune juice. A request I happily declined since I'm as regular as Old Faithful. Still, it was a sweet gesture as. Would it be so bad just to have a little fun? On the way to Nick’s house, I felt excited and liberated. It may sound silly, but I finally was doing something slightly rebellious, and something that I wanted to do and had decided myself. I was also excited about what would happen with Nick. Maybe our flirty text messages would turn into something real-of course, nothing too much, but just enough to have a little fun. When I got to Nick’s house, he walked outside to greet me. “I didn’t really. It took only a minute before I couldn’t stand it and I knew I couldn’t sleep as long as I heard my wife getting fucked. Her rhythmic “Oh…Oh…Oh…” noises were keeping time with the smack of her body coming down on his enormous black cock and the image drove me crazy. Worse than that my cock was throbbing painfully again. Why was I so turned on listening to a black man fucking my wife, I wondered to myself. I got out of bed stoking my erect cock again, it felt good.There was a brief pause next. "Laura looked around, as if to be sure no one else was there."We're alone," Trina said softly, closing--and locking--the door. "Did you bring those for me?"Laura handed her the flowers. "I don't want you to think my intentions are wholly physical," she said, winking."They better be," Trina said, growing flirtatious. "I'm horny enough to pop."Laura moved closer and began to kiss and stroke her phenomenally smooth black cheek. But Trina stepped back."Let me put these in some water first. Then....