Our level eights took first and our level sevens took second, though Kelly and Cheyenne tied for first all-around, something that neither of them was ...appy about. We had nines and tens too. They did good, but we didn't have enough to make a team score.It was fun, but I didn't get out of the gym until after ten. I collected Tami, and we took a short walk, short because I was beat, then we came home. Tami's mom had, accommodatingly, gone to a concert in Seattle with friends, so I had my Little. He had more important things to think about and worry about than some unknown fear.He couldn't see very well, and he made his way very cautiously in what he thought was the direction of the parking lot where Vicky had parked the car (he had flown up on a private plane himself and that was why he had gotten there before they did). He stumbled and almost fell more than once.Finally when he reached the car--and it seemed like it took him a full hour to get there--he opened the door and climbed in. My wife began whimpering and begging for it. But this nigger wanted to tease her; so he said if she wanted it, she should push back and take it for herself. Ana then started gyrating her firm round ass back and forth pushing that black hard dick deeper and deeper into her wet cunt with each thrust. When she had him balls deep, the nigger grabbed a handful of her curly hair and bred her like the slut she wanted to be.She screamed loud as she let her black lover pump his sticky white cream load. And then kissed him on the cheek. "And you saved me. I'm your slave for life."He loved the way she said "Donald." She made it sound like they were intimate. Skippy looked like a little girl, standing there with the wet, stringy hair, no makeup, and soaked clothes. Such sad, big blue inquisitive eyes."The bathroom is over there." He pointed.Skippy hurried off. "How did you know I had to pee?" she asked upon her return. He just shrugged. "You even have a washer and dryer, Donald," she observed..