What came in that door was something out of an erotic wet dream. She was an exquisite young black goddess of a woman, tall and lithe except for a set ...f oversized knockers. She was wearing a sort of sarong like they have in the South Pacific, and it could barley restrain the press of her tits as she glided across the floor with a breakfast tray. A bright pink orchid gleamed in her hair which was wrapped beneath tropical colors like the one concealing her voluptuous body. Her eyes were large and. Barbra had never really enjoyed him fucking her, but it was worse after her affair with the black teens.Barbra had been raised in a foster-home after her parents were killed in an automobile accident when she was fifteen. The court judge put her with the Baxter family. Darlene and Elwood Baxter also had a nineteen-year-old son of their own that was off at college getting a teaching degree. Her foster-mother was bisexual. Shortly after moving in with them, one-night Darlene Baxter came to. What I did know was that I was high in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Well below me the Owen’s valley assailed my eyes with its glaring white sands and rocks, in sharp contrast to the dark greens and browns of the forest, the last of which was now several hundred feet below me in the valley that I’d left perhaps an hour before. Here, on the rocky escarpment that I’d been climbing, headed for the ridge that would hopefully take me to the next valley, there was nothing for cover but spaces between. She was petite and very cute. I gave her my information and she walked back to her car. My cock was growing just thinking about the cute little police woman. She comes back to the car and asks me to step out of the vehicle. Thoughts raced through my mind. I thought I was going to jail for an outstanding warrant that I had just taken care of earlier that day. This was not the case. She was coming on to me. She reached down and grabbed my hard cock and started stroking it through my denim jeans..