It did offer certain amount of privacy and I was really happy about it.The auto was barely inching away and the driver wasn’t looking in the rear vi...w mirror since it was dark and it was raining in sheets. We sat cosily together and I could smell her exotic perfume. The scent of her perfume, the closeness and warmth of her body made me forget everything. I knew we weren’t just friends because we had shared lot of explicit moments on the phone as well as on chat. It was almost certain that. Semen coated the bulbous head anddripped from her chin. Her breasts rested on his thighs, stillnearly encircling his hard shaft. She shook her head inamazement. “Damn baby,” she said. “I still can’t get over howmuch cum you have in those black balls. I swallowed as fast as could, but you kept pumping your sweet black cum down my throatuntil I lost it.”“Shit,“ grunted Brute. “Having another man’s wife swallowing myload will always produce a lot more nigger cum for you.”“That’s great baby because. The economy was poor in the area but someone would be sure to snap it up fast. When I offered my agent an extra ten thousand dollar bonus if he could close on a sale within thirty days, I knew that he already had a buyer in mind. Three weeks later the ranch was sold to a nice young couple with a pair of young children just getting starting in life and I couldn't have been happier. I did have my realtor warn them to replace that old coal burning furnace immediately, if not sooner.I did remove. About thirty seconds later the door opened and I caught my first glimpse of Mistress Mary. At once I was alarmed, there was something inherently foreboding about her demeanor. She was at least sixty years old, and 6 foot tall, wearing a pair of stilettos that must have made her five inches taller. Her attire was a black mini skirt with a matching zipped top; topped off by a Lady Gaga Blonde synthetic wig. The vanity of a six foot tall elderly dominatrix, costumed in a mini skirt and outlandish.