A welcoming gesture I suppose. I got up out of the seat and undid his belt buckle, then the button, zipping down the crotch to his pants. I really lov... crotch-watching men especially in dress pants or in perfectly fitting pair of khakis like he had on. But to be touching him was out of this world ridiculous. I could see his massive bulge having difficulty staying in his pants. His cock pitched a massive tent like I'd never seen. I soon slowly pulled down his khakis. With his pants at his. He then proceeded to bang the hell out of her while she barked orders at me to lick her feet while she was being fucked (we always loved that, but now here I am holding one of my girls feet while she is getting the shit fucked out of her with his big black cock!). I was jerking myself with my free hand, and loving every second of this encounter so much I just had to cum, she saw it it me and told me not to cum on or near her I was to lie on the ground and be a footstool for her, I could cum on. He gasped when she did so. Her panties were minuscule; just a small patch at the front and a thin strip at the back. The top that looked so conventional when her jacket was done up was a flimsy garment with spaghetti straps and the material scarcely waist length. It rose up, revealing her midriff, as she shook her skirt before placing it alongside her jacket. He was stunned. How could this woman appear so prim and proper on the outside and look so gorgeous underneath? He had to see more; much. The pain from that made him even crazier. So much so that he then lifted me up in the air. He stood firm as I wrapped my legs around his waist, with my one hand clutching his back and the other hand clutching his hair sucking his tongue. He started thrusting me, grabbing me with one hand.Another one lifting my butt with one finger in my ass. He fucked my brains out like that for a while. I sensed his dick becoming harder and thicker than ever. My insides were about to melt sensing that we were.