I took my wife to work then waited for Dennis to arrive.Soon after 1pm there was a knock on the door, there stood Dennis, 6'2", thin and a black man. ... led him through the house to where the car was parked and after a look round we came to an agreed price he said "That'll do nicely for my wife". I offered him a drink as he gave me the money and we sat down at the table talking about families etc.As we sat he said "Well I'll have to be going soon" as he stood up his crotch was on level with my. "Steve, you're soaked," she said as she closed the front door, "You can't go out like that, you'll catch your death of a cold," and she saw his eyes, those pools of brown that seemed to reach out to her. "Let's get you warm and dry and then worry about getting you home," and she took his coat and hat and put them in the laundry room, noting that his other clothes were wet as well. "I'll be right back," she said as she headed off to her bedroom, returning with a pair of her flannel pajamas, "Go. Dave says, “Hey T. You don’t have any beer in yourfridge. I’m going to go to the liquor store real quickand get us some.” He looked at me and asked if I was okand I nodded yes. He said he’d be right back and left. I looked right at T and he looked right at me, both ofus smiling when he says, “Get your hand back on my blackcock slut…” I keep smiling as I reach out and begin to grasp it,feeling it, and then slowly stroking on it. “Bet you want. Pussy cream spilled down her chin.“No way!” gasped Annabelle. “I'm way more of a slut than she is. I'll show you something that's just nasty.”“What?” I groaned, both curious and slightly exasperated by their behavior. Their constant bickering almost made this not worth it.But I did feel like a million dollars, and if this slut was going to do something sexy, I wanted to experience it.She rolled onto her hands and knees as she moved towards me, her eyes locked on my cock. I frowned. My dick was.