I pick up your weekend bag and take your hand and make you follow me. We walk for about 5 minutes and come to a flight of stairs that halfway down hav... a glass walled part which can be seen by people passing by. I get you to stand there looking out of the glass and come up behind out pull your skirt up open your legs and start fucking you reaching round with one hand to play with your hard sensitive nipples. I will fuck you until you're just about to orgasm then I will stop put my cock away. You were wearing a large tee shirt of mine, one of you favorite things to wear around the house when we aren’t going anywhere, or have nothing planned. As I was putting things away, as the rain came harder while you were quickly grabbing the clothes I could see your fine and firm breasts clearly as my tee shirt got wetter and wetter. Soon, it was clinging to your skin, and I could easily see you also had no panties on, your dark triangle of hair revealed in the soaking wet, clinging shirt. I. I shacked up with my husband while he was in Korea, later he married me. I thought when I married him all my fucking was over, but he told me he wanted to see me fuck other men, especially black cock. Most of the military guys I fucked were white and Hispanic, but once I started fucking big black cocks, I got addicted, I fuck black cock exclusively now. While we lived In Korea every black soldier that knew my husband fucked me, sometimes my husband brought 10-20 guys over and they gangbanged. She took a step backward, her silent invitation that announced I was allowed to enter. I entered the house and closed the door behind me. We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the hallway wall. I covered her mouth with mine, we kissed and bit and sent our tongues probing. “Say my name,” I growled between lustful gasps and grunts. She moaned, grabbed my hair with both her hands and clenched them into fists. She pushed.