But it was so disappointing to see her unavailable. I was blue for awhile even though she kept in touch. Lo and behold something went wrong after just...two years. Anita told me in tears her husband was messing around. I couldn't believe it; Anita was in her early 30's by now but curvy as ever and they'd created a nice household between the two of them and their two c***dren (her daughter and his son from a previous union.)So...Anita basically said what was good for the goose was good for the. I put down the brief case in my right hand trying not to drop it, as not to draw attention to our rendezvous. Moving my right hand to the back of her calf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer black stockings feeling the patented stocking tops. Stopping for a moment feeling and exploring the softness of her panties. Grabbing a handful of her right but cheek tightly. My left hand moving upwards in a python like manner, my breath. His lubed fist all the while slowly stroking the man’s fat brown cock, pulling the foreskin up and down. They both gasped for air as the fat white cock pushed in past the very tight sphincter ring. All movement stopped as Carl began to pant hard, getting used to the intrusion. “You got it, boy,” Mack whispered to him. “Take it at your own pace.” Carl on the other hand, was in no mood to take things slow and easy. He had gotten a taste of cock in his ass and he wanted it all. He. She wore no underwear, her blouse was not only low cut, but damn near see through, and the hem of her skirt was midway between her knees and her crotch. If her skirt had been two inches shorter she would have had two more cheeks to powder and another set of lips to paint. When we walked into the dance hall I could hear all the eyeballs click as the male heads turned to look at Dawn. When we were on the floor dancing, no matter in what direction I looked I saw men with their eyes glued to.