There she is, in a red bra and garter with these dark brown stockings. I am taken back. I need to sit. She smiles with confidence. She knows this is r...ght. While I sit and try to take this all in. She walks closer and sits on my lap. I go right for her stockings. As we kiss, I can't close my eyes, I need to see her. I need to see the stockings, her hips, her small belly and her breast. I need to see her shoulders, her neck and her face. My hands and fingers are all over her trying to absorb. The Black men began to fuck them more harshly and spanked their ass just as hard.“That’s right, Bitch! Take that cock!” One of the Black men said.They did for 15 minutes until two were ready to cum. They grunted, stuck their Black cock as far as they could, And came deeply inside their asshole. Both grabbed their clothing without saying a word and left. The Black men cumming created a sexual surge that made the girls cum in the best way they have in their have in their life. The other two. Tell me. What's goin' on? You've been silent for more than a week." Jean, I'm sorry," I said. And then glancing at her to make eye contact, I added, "I'm not trying to be an asshole (as if it took much effort on my part) and I'm not trying to punish you or anything like that. I'm just not sure what it is that I'm feeling."Jumping from stone to stone, we crossed the winter-rain swollen creek and started up the other side before she spoke again. "I thought that, but also know that if we don't. It reallywas a very pretty dress; with quarter length sleeves, it hugged my figureto good advantage before falling to just above my knee. (On this occasionI had taken the precaution of wearing tights rather than stockings, so Ididn't have the problem of flashing stocking tops to worry about. I wouldalso be better protected if Alec forgot himself so far as to try puttinghis hand up my skirt!) Frankie had kindly thrown in a pair of matching shoes with the dress andI slipped my feet into these..