The shower was behind the door to my right so I went to the door to the left. Bingo, across the sofa was my little black dress, my shoulder bag and my...shoes sat on the floor. Still no panties. My dress is made of some magic fabric because I gave it a shake, slipped it over my head, zipped it up and smoothed it with my hands and it looked remarkedly decent. I slung my bag over my arm, picked up my shoes and tip-toed towards the front door. Just before I turned the handle I heard the clank of. Violet and I go back a few years from our time working together in Iowa City. She has a lovely smile, beautiful dark red hair, and a nice curvy body. I never fooled around when we were working together fifteen years ago, but now that she's here in Dubuque, and I have a different, more open sexual lifestyle, I'll admit I've been fantasizing about her often.Violet caught on very quickly with how things were on our block, and the cute redhead had no problem fitting in. Our friends Al & Jan, who. She made sure she kept her mouth firmly over his cock to ensure none of his juices went to waste and she kept his cock it in her mouth until she was sure he had released the very last drop. Liz swallowed the lot, like the good girl she was.Jeff was spent, he lay on the bed for a moment and recovered, while Liz gently nursed his throbbing cock. However it didn't take long before he got hold of Liz and pulled her skirt up and started to rub her pussy though her soaking knickers. Liz's pussy was. Then I heard the distinct sound of my girl letting out a moan of pleasure. Suddenly the fog in my head lifted, I tried to move but I couldn't the bed rocked slowly and rhythmically and I could hear her saying in an aroused yet subdued voice "Go slow, I don't want to wake him. I tried my hardest to open my eyes and finally got them to open just a hair. I could see the silouette of him on top of her thrusting into her missionary, her legs fully open receiving his black manhood. They kissed slowly.