"Really?" Yeah. So we're out on a date or something. Like at a party." I was at Brenda's party with Whitney and Rachel." Were you holding hands with o...e of them?" Both. At different times." Sorry I didn't think about this before, but I've been kind of busy. So you're holding hands." Joanne took my hand in hers. It was different than holding hands with Whitney or Rachel. There was a kind of tingle that went through my arm and right down my spine. This was good enough. We could just stay like. The GPS was a wonderful invention. Even the voice in the unit was soft and feminine. When you didn't go the way the voice told you to go, you weren't disturbed when you heard the voice say, "Recalculating." You heard that same statement many times.Ray exited his car and looked at Pat's cottage. Pat's definition of cottage and Ray's definition differed substantially. Cottage, hell thought Ray, this was at least a three thousand square foot home and more if it had a walk-out basement, which it. My wife said lets watch and then and began to watch. A good looking white woman was sitting on the toilet, and a black guy came out of the shower. He had a larger cock than mine, but nothing spectacular. The girl started sucking him as she sat there. Then from behind the shower curtain came a second black man. As soon as he stepped out of the shower. My wife began to moan and had an orgasm around my cock. The second guys cock must have been at least 12" long and very thick. My wife was going. I let my imagination wander to thoughts of what Jon might have planned to do with me when he returns while I tease my nipples and squirm in a pool of my own arousal beneath the powerful buzz of the vibrator. I have my legs propped up on the desk in front of me, my hands still cupping and teasing my tits when Jon finally walks back through the door. I gasp as my pussy clenches around the vibrator once more and whimper looking up at my lover with lust filled eyes. He smirks down at me. “Well well.