“One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, five hundred. There ya go ... Five hundred dollars.”“Can I get change?”“Sure. 20,40,...0,80, 90, 95, and five ones.”We traded.“Where’s your betting slips?”“Gonna try again?”“Voices in my head.”She laughed and handed me a selection ticket.I looked at the ceiling, “Now, what were those numbers again?”So ... I picked those ... gave the clerk two dollars and handed in the ticket.When I handed her the slip, I looked at the ceiling again and said,. Now I was having no control and started sucking her boobs. Was sucking one boob and pressing another and after a while I insert my hand in her jeans and in her panty and her pussy was wet already. She said, “my pussy is crying for your dick”. “Ok jaan I also want to fuck you so let me fuck you.” “No first let me have some more pleasure than you can do what you want.” She took my clothes off one by one and then she went to dick and was sucking it like lollypop and was enjoying it lot. As my dick. John asked, "What did you two this morning?"Carol said, "Dick finger-fucked me to orgasm and I sucked his cock until he came all over me."Underneath his T-shirt John's cock twitched.Carol's robe fell off one shoulder and her bare tit was on full display. John stared at Carol and his face was flushed. I looked at both of them and thought, 'Carol is horny again. I'll start by watching them.' Carol's robe fell off her other shoulder. She was naked from the waist up. John's cock started. Michelle had heard of a local club where white women looking to be picked up by black studs frequented. Fred was all in favor of her making an investigative outing to this possible supply of what she most wanted. Fred laid out the outfit for his wife to wear on her fishing trip. He did not want his wife to look like mutton dressed as lamb but he wanted her trashy enough to send an unmistakable signal she was there to get fucked.Michelle went to Soul City unaccompanied knowing a single woman had.