As Jenny opened the wardrobe he saw firstly what was expected, the normal sort of mom clothes that he saw her wear most of the time. She had always be...n well dressed; usually she wore a skirt or a dress. Jim had once asked her why she didn't wear trousers and she had replied that men wore trousers and ladies wear skirts. Jim had just thought of it as old-fashioned but now he realised that she had seen it as a sign of authority. Jim watched as his mother stepped into the wardrobe and pulled on a. He continued to pound me for a few more minutes and then he let out a huge grunt and I felt a huge wave of cum fill my pussy and the feeling felt wonderful to me. It felt like he came for hours inside me and his pace began to slow down and I felt the fullness inside to become less. He pulled out and released his grip on my hips and I collapsed onto the bed. His cum began to ooze out of my glistening pussy and it knew that it just got the fucking of its life. He stood above me admiring his. There was a white tank top that fit well.I looked closely at myself to see that all was well before going out to show my mother how I looked. I put a pair of white canvas shoes that Jill had given me, and thought I was done."Pretty, but not quite finished." My mother said. She brushed my hair into a ponytail, short but cute. Jill had also given me some jewelry; I put on a beaded necklace and a scrunchy on my wrist. I was happy with how I looked but wanted to tie on the kerchief that matched my. I was happy when I sneaked a glance to find another black guy enjoying my mouth. I admit that I’d always fantasized about sucking a black guy, so being paid to suck a few anonymously was getting me really hot.“May they touch your face, Boo? While the face fuck you? It may help them if they have something to hold on to. “Like the cheap slut I am, before he was done asking I was moaning “MM HM”, with an unfamiliar cock in my mouth. I think it was the now the first black gentleman again. We got.