The hours or even minutes could not tick by fast enough. An hour before his meeting, he changed out of the bath robe he had been lounging in t...roughout the morning onto the clothes he was to wear. Knowing he was going to be stripped naked upon arrival, he was torn between wearing something casual versus wearing something the showed a little effort. He decided on a pair of expensive designer jeans, and a polo shirt. This way he did not look like a bum but also not like he was. " We push through the doors, I fall back onto a tan sofa, you say "Awhll, nigger I been waiting 15 years to suck your young balls, but look atcha , damn near as saggy as a old man, give me this dick." I say "Awhll shit ooh." As you begin to go after jolly lolly suck my dick, then you stop an say "How bout you tittyfuck, these big basturds, hah-hah, yeah baby fuck these big cantaloupe titties, yeah slide that nigger dick through this valley." I grab the back of your head as my dick is super. I wanted to wear them.I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from morning service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could think about during church service was the panties.What would it be like to wear a pair that didn’t have a crotch?A shuddering, electric tingle raced on my fingers demanded that I don. We finally got composed enough to stand up and I pulled you towards me until our bodies were pressed together. I slid my hands down your back, pushing the hard bulge in my jeans into your soft tummy. ‘I thought it went: ‘Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse’,’ you said, then looked own between us. ‘Mmmm… it feels like something’s stirring alright.’ ‘So… do you want to stay in here, or…’ Your soft voice was inviting and I needed no more encouragement. I took you by the hand and lead.