Then we heard a knock. It must be him. I answered the door and low and behold there he stood, the black bull that was to fuck my sub, my fiancé, my s...ut. He got undressed as we introduced ourselves. I saw what was between his legs and a pang of jealousy came over me. What did I do, what if she found out she liked it and wanted nothing more to do with my average white cock. He had to be at least 8 inches soft and almost as round as kielbasa. In for a penny in for a pound I always say. I could. The set up in the living room was so romantic and, for a moment, made up for my disappointment that Allan wouldn't be going to the after party. "I see you made it home safely," Allan's mother said from the love seat across the couch. Allan's mother was wearing a white bridal peignoir set; a full length charmeuse gown and a matching chiffon robe tied around her waist. The low cut bodice gave a good view of her cleavage, the skin surrounding her bosom pastel soft and slightly wrinkled. She sat. ” She took another sip of her drink. “Still, it’s important that you understand that I’m the exception rather than the rule. I don’t want you thinking that every women you meet is going to let you fuck her arse, or be willing to let you empty your balls all over her face.”If nothing else, my far from encouraging experiences with girls my own age had taught me something of the kind. I wanted to ask Mrs Hotter if there was any way of identifying women like her, if there was some distinguishing. Reaching down, she slid her hand over the length of my dick. I let out a heavy breath at the contact as she expertly slid her hand up and down. I leaned back against the headboard, my hand knocking against something next to me. Lube. Jeremy had left a bottle of lubricant on the bed. She turned back around to face me and took the bottle of lube. Her hand, now slippery with lube, slid over my dick with ease. Straddling me, she held my dick in her hand and slowly sat all the way down. She paused.