Peter was upset, about Miranda's clothes getting wet.Peter: (concerned) Are you ok? I saw some of the drink splashed on your clothes.Miranda: Look my ...lothes are all black. No one will even notice it. Now you can say that we are both wet.Peter and Miranda laughed together at her joke.When Lucy finally arrived, she had a warm wet cloth on one hand and another cola drink on the other. She cleaned up the table vigorously, before placing his cola drink back again on the table.Lucy: Enjoy your meal.. She caught my hand and held it saying, Do you want to stroke the aunt like that . I put the brakes on my wandering hand and slowly began to stroke across the front of her panties. I could feel her hair l and I stroked it slowly. She began to lift her hips towards me and my hand slid down the between her legs and I could feel the heat from her as I stroked along the gusset of her pants. Almost immediately I felt her wetness seeping through and she groaned as I slid my hand up and down. Go inside. The black man lying on his back grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face deep onto his throbbing boner telling her to suck his black cock. She was only able to get about 2 inches of his cock in her mouth due to his extreme thickness. Both men began telling her what a little white married slutt she was and how she was going to be their bitch from now on. She just continued to suck and slurp and take as much meat as she could in her mouth. The black man kneeling; roughly pushed her over and. .” She began to protest but he shushed her quickly and nodded downwards to her closed fist. “It’s sorted!” He hissed then much louder. “See you next Tuesday for training?” “Right!” Sara responded and left the house. Once the front door had closed behind her she walked carefully to the car and, making sure her skirt did not ride up, slipped into the driver’s seat. She opened her fist to see her panties rolled into a ball. She breathed a deep sigh of relief then, not for the first time, drove.