We both grunted as his penetration was a success. My girlie grunt pain-filled from my sphincter streching open so quickly, his manly grunt in response...to my utter submission in accepting his maleness into my body. "Fuck ya, pussy boy. Take dat big fat nigga fuckmeat! Yea, you like dat shit, dontcha? Like being my white sissyboi sex slave?" He was still whispering, but his thrusts were getting urgent rather quickly and his hands roamed my body, once again taking full possession of me. His. "Third door on your left. The costume is on the bed. I'll come and get you in forty-five minutes. And your friend had better show up soon!" She'll be here. Don't get your shorts in a bunch!" The girl disappeared into one of the spare bedrooms.Betty turned to Cindy. "Listen, baby sister ... I know you're curious about what's going on here. It's a really bizarre plan that Mom thought up ... and I just sort of went along with it because ... well, because I didn't have anything else to do tonight,. The stranger kept still under Charlotte, letting her continue at her own pace. He encouraged her efforts by giving her bouncing breasts attention and rubbing her hard little clit between his fingers. She pushed down hard on the stranger between her legs, adjusting her rhythm to her pussy’ s acceptance of his size. Until she reached her maximum speed and felt the old familiar little sensations from deep inside. She then abruptly pushed his hand away from her clit to continue to pleasure. Before I could say anything, my loving hubby whipped out a fifty dollar bill and stuck it in her tiny string. I was astonished and a bit angry. I had agreed to come to the bar but not my husband getting a hard on over some other younger chick whose body was better than mine. As the sexy dancer started grinding her hips in front of Victor, she put one hand on her right firm boob, tracing circles around her hard nipple; as her other hand was rubbing her pussy lips. My husband must have liked what.