HER voice talking to the girl seated next to me. The girl introduced her and her boyfriend to the table saving me for last. "So we meet again" she say... as she tells the group of the mix up at the bar. "I'm Samantha Conners and this is Mark. It's nice to formally meet you!" I shake both their hands and offer them a glass of wine. Luckily, Mark is the "bro" type of guy so he started babbling to the other guys about how great he is and blah blah blah. That gave Samantha time to squeeze a chair in. Peter could just picture his wife with a black cock in her mouth and her ass pushed hard against the other glory hole, being fucked by the white guy. The man fucking his wife was hitting the wall so hard it was very loud banging. And timed with his wife's grunts he had a perfect picture in his mind.Peter heard the man say very loud, "I'm coming you fucking whore, grind that cunt, grind it, oh fuck. Ahhhh take this you bitch, take it, take it. Ahhhh."Peter heard that and waited. The door opened. ” I looked to my left and saw that it was Dan behind the wheel. He pulled to the side of the road and I stopped next to his door. “So it was you watching us!” he said. “Yeah, I came out for a ride and just happened to see you guys playing” I replied.“What the hell? Are you wearing nylons?” “Yeah, it feels awesome to wear them when biking.” “Let me touch your legs. It’s almost dark anyway” he said. Dan reached out the window and began rubbing the top of my right thigh with his left hand. “It’s. ”“I know, Marie. I know.”We were interrupted by a car that stopped in front of the garage. Karen stepped out and picked up her shoulder bag which contained her new laptop. Then she noticed me, Marie - and Paul - standing by the door. She looked at me, and then at Marie, and finally at Paul. When she looked at Paul, recognition hit her. She stopped and turned back to the car before I could say a thing. I heard Marie curse in French, and then she pushed Paul at me.“Please, hold your son for a.