Better than the microwave dinner I would have had at home. And Homer can be kind of charming sometimes. We had a good time. Since it was still early w...en we got back to my house, I asked Homer to come in for a glass of wine. My designer jeans were too tight and my feet were killing me in those heels, so I went back to the bedroom to change. I just picked up a yellow blouse and a pair of jeans that I like to wear around the house. My ex-husband used to call them my pussy jeans, but they're not. My heart pounded in fear as I anticipated her next steps. I knew she would tell this to my father, and he would kill me as he didn’t want anyone to know about it.But I was bewildered to find her simpering at me. She held my shoulders with both her hands and looked at me. Lady – “What were you doing here, young lady!” (she continued to simper at me with her eyebrows questioning me)Me – “Nothing, I was just looking at how he was milking.”Lady – “Such a terrible liar.”Me – “No, I am not. With that I add that I told her that I had made more than a few copies and had posted them all on an internet site I had set up but had not made public yet. Ann turned white as a ghost, she started to shake, and I could see tears in the corners of her eyes, her face had the looks of disbelief, fear, shock and sexual arousal all at the same time, Ann was large breasted and always where a bra that just keep her big tits from falling out of her shirt, they were also shear his made it very easy. Without any further preliminaries, he guided the tip of his super-hard cock into it and with a single penetrating thrust he buried it deep into my best friend’s body and began to fuck her roughly.She had her silky black arms and legs wrapped around him and was moaning with the pleasure of it whilst Lucy and I watched admiringly.I was fingering myself furiously and gazing into Darren’s eyes. I blew him some kisses andwhispered, “my turn, my turn.”He was happy enough having sex with Ebony but I’d.