Walking up to her apartment this sense of everything being predestined filled me with calmness. Of course, just one look at Sarah made all that calm e...aporate as if it had never been there. I had never seen her in a dress, and oh boy what a dress it was, short and showing all of her curves to perfection. She had done something with her hair making it look stylish but also slightly tousled, as if someone had pulled his fingers through it, just as my fingers were itching to do. Or perhaps it was. She locked her car, then started across the street, her bad black-and-gold dress clinging to her voluptuous asscheeks as she walked, her spiked black pumps clickety-clacking on the pavement. The minute she stepped into The Bar, a flood of contradictory emotions flooded her immediately alert and awakened consciousness. Grace told her husband later that she had never experienced a moment quite like that one. Her overwhelming first impression was a room full of black dudes. No, black studs. There. Perhaps Clay wanted to tease her by walking slowly, or wanted to raise the anticipation in both of them, or wanted to torture her with dragging out her lusty needs... Or maybe he was trying to take off his shoes, which was difficult when Sandy was tugging on his arm so urgently. In any case, it felt like an eternity had passed before they stopped. Sandy gave Clay a sexy grin which made her pussy tingle as she opened the door to her parent's room.Within moments, they were in each other's arms,. The driver asked what the hell I was doing out on a lousy night like this, of course the whole story came out, back then there were few radios in cars so people talked. I got a lot of sympathetic noises and he asked how serious had it been, had we had sex, had she at least jerked me off, eliciting a no response from me. Somehow the conversation changed to did I jerk off and did my mates, before I knew it the conversation had jumped again and it revolved around him enjoying sucking cock and.