At this....Jim snickered and nodded his head. So...before stripping my clothes off I almost crawled between his legs and took a lcoseup picture of his...cock buried to the hilt in her cream slathered lips.....his sac almost blocking the view of her clit. Her supple, pendulous breasts hung just out of reach....aching to be touched. ( Or so I thought).a couple of shots later I put down the camera, stripped off my polo shirt and dockers.....and tugged off my sox. After bending over to pickup the. "What the fuck are you wearing?" I was still gazing out the window at her house, searching the windows for her. Since I'd met her she'd come to represent all of the unknown pleasures of life. Younger than me by twelve years she was carefree, independent and wild. She lived for herself, cared for herself, enjoyed herself and her life. I was a homebody, a housewife with a part time job and no children. I vacuumed, she lived. I cooked and cleaned, she enjoyed. I dreamed and she experienced. And I. “You’ll have to come back, I’ve got a hoard of kids arriving for reading group.”“May I stay, watch and listen?”I nodded. “Of course. Have a seat.” The usual organised chaos ensued. Some of the kids, including Tina, sat and listened attentively. Others charged about but still somehow paid attention. There was laughter at the jokes, shrieks when it got scary, and sighs of relief when all turned out to be well. It lasted half an hour but felt far more like hours. At the end, Torven spoke to a few. He was saying that he was going to make me his white married slutand I was going to be a slave to his nigger dick…I was really turned on by it, wanting to give myself up to him.By the time the meet up came around, my pussy was already hot and wet. It was hungry for his black dick.When he finally showed up, I jumped off the bed to open the door. As I let him in, I could already notice the huge bulge in his pants.I was wearing a sexy red lace thong and matching bra; with a pair of nice stilettos..