That's about all that is in it these days, classified advertising," she said smiling at me.I left her a two dollar tip for a seven dollar plate of pan...akes and coffee. I went into the parking lot. I pushed the button on the key chain that had also been in the brown envelope given to me at Church Camp. The head lights on an older small Ford blinked and the horn beeped. "What a classy ride," I commented about the beat up old Ford."You expected a Mercedes, when you are trying not to draw attention. The Black men fucked harder, their cocks swelling up inside those mature white pussies, until they unleashed their loads inside, shooting deep, filling them up with Black man’s cum. They pulled their cum-soaked cocks out and forced the wives to suck them clean. The wives greedily took those Black cocks in their mouths, sucking greedily, getting them rock hard again. The Zulu men then rammed their cocks back in those gaped and wet pussies for a second round of hard fucking. Again, the old. .like to play all sports." Oh. Well do you think you could be a real sport and help me clear the line before you have to play. Maybe we could play a game afterwards."Knowing that my answer may give away the fact I didn't really have some one to play with, I was hesitant. I was about to say I didn't have time when I looked at her again. She was reaching up to take a pair of pink satin panties off the line. In doing so she was also raising the hem of her denim mini skirt. I loved the sight. By the time we reached the top I was hard again.We turned right into his bedroom. He stopped in front of a tall dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside were all his wife’s panties, regularly used ones at the front, less regularly used at the back. He pulled out a couple of thongs again. I suggested a fuller pair that he might wear over the thong he had on. He suggested a silky pair in cream with nice lace edging. I nodded in agreement suggesting they’d set off his arse nicely.He slipped them.