As my hand wraps around your hard maleness, your mouth on my breast, tongue teasing the nipple to rise like a full moon against a pure sky, my feminin... juices flow like a crashing waves down my thighs. My core shakes with the urgency to feel you inside me as I slowly stroke you, my rhythm matching the dancing of your tongue. I need to taste you, my mouth moving down your throat coated with chilled sea water I drink in the pulse of your heart. Our bodies slowly sink into the sand, as the sea. She was now straddling him with one leg up. She grabbed his cock with her right hand and started stoking his entire length. It looked as though she was trying to get used to the length of his dong and was figuring how she would fit that huge cock into her. She began to lower her indian pussy onto his purple bulb and slowly rubbed his cock head up and down her shaved slit. She was working up lather from his precum and her pussy juices. After a few moans and grunts the black man said come on baby. I was rock hard. I decided to pick up all her clothes around the room first. I picked up her small dental floss thongs, then her small panties. I smiled as I picked up all her lingerie. Then her huge corsets, and large bras. All the tags were cut from them. I finally spotted a bag in her walk in closet. There were some new bras, that were never open. "54LL" I almost fainted. I put all her dirty clothes in her hamper. I then picked up her shoes, heels and boots. I placed them in the shoe racks. .. not that often. Today was no exception to the rule.By the time I’d gotten him off the line, I’d missed the start on the rush. Heck, it took five minutes to exit from the parking structure, I was behind so many people!Was I nervous about seeing Mel? You bet. I felt some guilt that I’d made her wait the extra day for my decision, some hesitation about her potential mood, and a certain trepidation about whether I might meet her standards.Oh, and the insights that Clifford had given to me on.