He pulled out of her and pulled me over. He bent me forward and slammed that large cock deep in me. He was pumping me lake a jack hammer. My pussy was...creaming on his big black cock! I looked at Samantha and she was rubbing her pussy as she watched me getting fucked."Is this what you white sluts needed tonight? Did you need to have some nigger dick! Take it you little slut just like that other bitch!" He said as my body shook with an orgasmHe pulled out of me and then sat down and pulled. I will use my trimmer.She thought for a moment and said, “In that case, you can use my son’s trimmer.”I couldn’t believe my luck as I was trying hopelessly to touch her armpit. She took the trimmer and we went to the bathroom. I checked if it has a charge and to my luck, it was fully charged.I went close to her and asked her to lift her arm. She slowly lifted her right arm. The musky smell of her armpit spread in the atmosphere. I was going crazy. I took a deep breath.My dick started throbbing. He had got about 100 yards up the road, when he heard someone calling his name, and footsteps running up behind him. He turned and there she was; this beautiful woman he had wanted all evening, lit up by the moonlight. She finally caught up with him, a little out of breath. Her chest heaved under her t-shirt, which turned him on. ‘So, you spend all evening flirting with me, and then you don’t even say goodbye?’ Becky question him. This took him back a little, and he replied ‘Sorry, I thought. " If you think I might change my mind about taking you out to dinner, you're wrong. My invitation still stands," I told her and we ended up having a rather wonderful date that following Saturday.I also asked her out for Sunday, then the next Friday. During that date, I asked her, "At the risk of making myself a pest, would you accompany me to dinner tomorrow night and I've been invited to a party next Saturday, a week, would you come with me?" Scott, are you kind of dating me up?" I sure hope.