“I bet we’re not going to need it. I got patience. I never got much white pussy before, but this is too good to pass up, nailing your cracker ass ...gainst this concrete wall. We’re gonna wait, you and I, hitched together like a motherfucking train.” Then he let go of my hair. I gasp what air I could around the foul glove in my mouth. I didn’t dare spit it out.He was waiting for my pussy to respond to the dry, painful invasion. It took a couple minutes. Nature provided what this mother would have. The ringing dragged her back to now. She lit up when she saw the familiar series of numbers on the caller ID. Two more rings and a calming breath later, she pressed ‘talk’. ‘I miss you, sexy witch.’ His voice was low, hypnotic. I miss you too. So much. ‘Me too,’ she remarked as if it were an offhand realization. ‘How’s the conference going?’ ‘Long. Especially when all I’m looking forward to is taking you for your first ride.’ ‘I feel like a kid getting ready for Christmas, you have no idea.’. I bite and lick my lips, enjoying this thing that I’m doing to myself. I wait still to rub my clit, not wanting to cum just yet. You open the buttons of my top and admire the my chocolate skin that‘s now exposed.“Ms. clit” just won’t shut-up and aches for me to slide my fingers along her. My pussy is flooded with my juices. My whole body is at the ready for that one goal of an incredible climax and release. I open the front closure of my bra. You scoop my breasts in your hands.I pull my tits. "All she could get out was, "Four years without clothes, high school".After that she bombarded me with questions before Mary came back up to us and asked if she would mind joining us for dinner before after we all listen in to what the next presentation that will start any minute from now. Wendell and I said sure and the three of us started looking for a seat.About the last hour or so of the conference was, for the most part, very boring. Two of the four people up there on the stage had those.