I unzipped my navy-blue corporate skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I then sat down on the bench as I lifted my legs up high and peeled the hose of... my legs. I stood up and took off my little white cotton thong panties. I noticed white creamy strands of libation that had come out of my wet pussy, sticking to my inner panty lining. I smiled, realizing that this was the doing of David's erotic email.I wrapped the white towel around my torso and pulled it up and over my breasts, tied a knot on. After all, she'd told Zeigler, Carmel is just another man. A damned fine-looking one, she'd added, and she was getting tired of the production assistant anyway.Zeigler laughed softly to himself. Sometime today or tonight, Roger Carmel was going to end up fucking Kim Copeland -- and that called for a little celebration. Like fuck Roger Carmel's beautiful, naive little wife again. He reached for the phone-book to look up the Carmel number. Then he put the book aside and picked up the telephone.. Jerome obeys lulus demands and goes faster, each time sliding in another half inch. Lulus juices begin to cover the condom, and jeromes idea of no lube was working. His dick was now fully submerged inside lulus tight pussy, he grabs lulus wrists and pins them behind her back, I move forward waving as if to say this wasn’t part of the plan, but Im halted as lulu begins to let out loud moans of pleasure, her body trembles a jutters as she begins to climax on his long black dick still deep inside. “Are you going to introduce me then?” Clive asked with a smile. I sort of blurted out, “Oh, it’s my wife.” He replied, “Well I guessed that, and does the wife have a name?” and before I could say a word she held out her hand and said, “I’m Chrissie.” Clive took it and leant forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, “Very nice.” She didn’t even blush as she said “You aren’t so bad yourself.” Now I should point out that coming from North London, I had a lot of very good West Indian.