His binoculars focused on Marie and Steve while they lay on the grassy outcropping. He felt a strong sense of resentment toward the couple as they cha...ted and dozed in the warm sunshine, sharing the day. He couldn't be sure, but he thought that they were aware of his surveillance and had begun playing games with him. Lately they'd been taking long side trips, either hiking or driving their SUV on the primitive roads into the canyons surrounding the ghost town. Mike, his primary target, never. It is on the edge of town, well away from the commercial centre. I hope she isn’t going to be disappointed as I have doubts. When we reached the address it looked like it was just a house. “I think it is the wrong address” I said. “No” Susan replied “I rang them today. We have to walk around the back.” We head off and sure enough, there was a separate building behind the house with a sign above the door “Creative Clothing”. We go inside and I was blown away. It was filled with everything. Behind her I looked longingly at her dropped ass. It was pale and sagged, I lifted one cheek with my hand as I licked her back where the skin was quite taut but a fold of sin over her bra straps. I undid her bra but it did not fall from where her hand held it in place in front. "Don't be like that Val, I have watched you shower so many times" and I slowly removed her hands letting her bra fall to the floor. This was what I had waited for and wanked over so many times before. Val's left breast. “Sorry, honey…” It was the only words I could mutter to my husband…Now Michael had slipped his both hands to my hips and he was pumping my body with powerful strokes; as he looked at my hubby through the mirror.“You are a lucky man… your slutty little wife loves my black cock…”And the bastard was right. I loved his huge black cock buried to the hilt inside of my hungry pussy and I wanted him to fuck me even harder.“Fuck me, Michael… fuck me harder… my cunt is yours…” I whispered.Then I felt him.