Sometimes I called her ‘Assie’ because her rear end was kinda big, but mostly just because the name pissed her off. Right now though it was nothin... to joke about. Her boxers were only covering her ass halfway and the warmth and softness of her butt was feeling really good even through my shorts. I had an idea that I shouldn’t be doing this…it seemed almost like ****. It was the only position I could keep her down in though, and I knew that the second I let up she would kill me.Just then I. She began taking me to dance clubs - and introducing me around. A lot of the clubs in the city's nightlife district catered to a mixed-culture, hip-hop/rap/extended dance mix theme. The atmosphere was mostly singles; Whites, Latinos, Asians, and Blacks. It was my first introduction to the difference between 'African-American' and 'Black'. She had been right; there was nothing 'politically-correct' about many of the Black men we met and danced with. Kyra made certain they knew I liked to 'party'. At least she was not going to be alone, she thought. Everything was planned, I took 4 days leave from office, booked the tickets to my would-be honeymoon coupe or I might say a double-sleeper bus which I lied about saying there is no other seat or sleeper available at that date, so she agreed.We got in the bus on scheduled time, waving chacha goodbye who came to drop us at the bus stand. He kissed chachi on her cheeks before leaving. I was thinking in my mind that if chachi is happy with my. Paula was a milf with short blonde hair 47 years of age with a chubby like figure 5ft4 in height.As I got there Paula opened the door dressed in a short black nightie she pulled me in and we began kissing as she shut the door we made our way to the living room where she began to undo my trousers, I sat down and pulled my pants back to expose my rock hard cock. Paula had knelt down between my legs and was now sucking my cock. While she was doing this I noticed that her son was peering through.