When they finished it was getting close to time for her husband to come home so they separated promising to meet again the next day when Billy went to...his part time job at the supermarket. Part 2 :Gwen lay in bed that night next to her snoring husband, her mind going over what had happened between her and her son's friend Willie. She couldn't figure out what had caused her to let the young black teenage high school boy to fuck her. She had even let him, actually begged him, to shoot his hot. I said to her before I left the store, "What time do you get off work tonight, Christina?" and she told me 9:00 P.M."I'll be outside the front door, Christina, at 9 if you want to meet me then, OK?" I'll definitely be ready to getting off time," Christina said and I couldn't miss the double but very obvious meaning of what she'd just told me without really saying it. "Getting off time" indeed.There's something very special about being with a young woman who's still in the early hormonal. He made his way to the Jaguar and prepared to repeat the journey that he'd made countless times over the past months as he negotiated the deal that would finally provide the investment for his company to expand.The traffic had only just started to build and he made good time on the journey into London. He made straight for the offices of the merchant bank. The contract signing turned out to be little more than a formality and the day passed slowly in meaningless meetings and a long luncheon.By. I realized she must have been playing with herself as she sucked me. She pressed against me, kissing me on the lips. I felt her tongue pressing against my lips, and with no small amount of joy, I let her tongue into my mouth. We stood there, kissing and hold each other for a moment, my solid, saliva cover cock pressed against three layers of fabric covering her crotch. She began to grind against me, tummy pressing against me, hips moving fluidly and seductively. She brought the front of her.