”“Huh?”“I’m really a boy!”I jumped up. My dick was dripping with saliva. “Da fuck you mean you a boy?”Stevie backed away timidly. “I...��m a guy.”“You a dude?!?!? But you got tits!”“It’s a padded bra. I’m sorry.”I paced. I was heated. “Mane,” I yelled. “Fuck dis shit! You a gay ass punk nigga. I oughta beat yo’ stupid monkey ass fah dis shit! You catfishin’ me an’ shit! Fuck you, dumb ass faggit bitch. I don’t get down like dis. You tryna set me up? Who put you up to dis shit, faggit. I’ll whoop yo. She placed my hands on her side. I heard Marc cough. But she did not stop my hands from rubbing the side of her breast. I could feel how heavy they were when she put them under her breast. I reached down to toss some money on the front of her thong. She moaned very loud this time. Marc tapped his foot again but his wife did not stop going wild on my lap.A few seconds later Charlene got off my lap. She turned to Marc. She smiled. He closed his eyes as she turned to look at me. "This is just for. I pulled her towards sofa, made her fallback on the sofa.I slowly moved my hand inside her petticoat, she was trying to stop my hand but I reached her precious pussy covered by hair rubbed it with my hand, it was my first time seeing and touching a pussy, she closed her eyes and gave up some sounds, I tried unhooking her blouse but it was hard so I gave a little force and the hook came off from the blouse her breast came out of it like two balls, I started to squeeze and suck her boobs hard. We’d better go back inside. My friends will belooking for me soon.” She looked around to find something to clean up the cumthat was now dripping out from her. Finding none, shereluctantly pulled her panties back to its normalposition and covered her wet slit. She then straightenout her fishnet stocking and adjusted her bra and t-shirt to make sure no one will notice her illicitactivity.‘Thank god for the leather skirt, at least I won’t getvisible wet stain,’.