A couple of women smiled at us, totally unaware that the relationship hadn’t done much more than start.Eventually, though, we approached the checkou....“Did you get everything?” she asked.“Did you?”“Yes.”I went through in front of the cart and checked out, then dropped my single bag into her cart as we unloaded her things from it. Then she did her thing, and it became clear she had food stamps or whatever -- and that it was an embarrassment to her. I ignored it. We went out through the door and. It was so sexy standing there watching my wife being fucked hard by this black young man, his hard black cock going in and out of her wet pink pussy. In between her OOOOOO’s and AAAHHH’s she told me to stick my cock in her mouth. I moved around to the front of her and she inhaled my cock into her mouth with force. I didn’t last long it seemed like she sucked a gallon of cum out of my balls. When I finally got my cock out of her mouth I went down close to watch her cunt being abused by this. Helping me into my leather look leggings, he then stood behind me, holding my tender breast as I pulled my tight red top over my head. Placing the palm of his hands over my nipples, I slid the tight top into place. He skilfully removed his hands from my breast, smoothing them down my stomach and around my waist. I turned to kiss him with my spunk tasting mouth, slipping my tongue softly into his mouth.Breaking apart from our goodbye kiss, I scribbled my phone down on a pad and signed Slut, as. . uhh blacktop. We instantly went to eighty mph, average. When I had a chance to check my speed on the longer straights, my Honda 750F calmly read more than 100 mph."Hard braking quickly followed each burst of speed. The always sharp bends demanded slow speeds, OR extreme leaning on a 1x3" bit of sidewall and advanced high speed handling tricks. I knew we were in the zone when my screeching, fiery foot pegs began screaming well before we reached the peak of the turn and kept rattling my foot.