It was not long until the black man grabbed Ana's hair and he brutally dragged her inside the house, into the living room.I saw my sweet wife closely....She had her head down, looking at the floor; sticky cum dripping down her legs, her hair messed up. She looked defeated as he pulled her by her hips toward him. My sensual wife was now a sex toy for this black gardener.He made her open her thighs and immediately, he buried his face into her wet pussy, causing her to gasp and cry in surprise.After. Mom continued walking, getting groped, and then he reached around hugging her and groping at her tits also. As we walked in, John started removing her clothes. Mom tried to put me to sleep while John continued groping at her body. She kept trying to slow him down, but he insisted,hurry up bitch, I gotta go home before my wife suspects something. She put me on the bed and I pretended to fall asleep. By that time, mom was down to her bra and thong. Mom turned off the lights and tried walking out. M, I'm sorry but can you talk?" Actually I have an early start, can I ring you back some other time?" I really did not want to be bothered."Please, it says you are a mechanic, in your profile." Taxi driver nowadays" I corrected."But you were a Mechanic? you have tools." I am not coming to fix your bloody motor at one in the morning, goodbye." I slammed the phone down.It rang again, "We were cut off." she said."No I put the bloody phone down, now sod off." No don't go, I need help," Call the. . but I think it'd be groovy... you know..." Carla smiled, mysteriously.In the back of her mind, Joan knew that she was being picked up... yet there was something perverse in her that told her to go along with the act... experience something new! It was her headstrong stubbornness getting in the way of rational thought. If I don't like the way things are going... after we get to her apartment... I'll just walk out!... After all... she couldn't force me to do... something I didn't want to do!And.