" "You really like Wendell don't you?" "Yes, you're my best friend, but Tonya and Wendell are my next closest friends." "You didn't want to disappoint...him." "No I didn't." "That put you in a real bind, didn't it?" "Yes it did." "So you told Martin you'd do it." "Yes, and he told me that if I explained the situation to you he was certain that you'd understand." "He believed that I knew you were working as a hostess." "Yes." "He believed that because that's what you'd told him, correct?" "Yes.". To say that I was shocked that my dad started dating a white woman would be the understatement of the decade. I've never even seen my father glance at a white woman. Let alone date one.But I'll be the first to admit, that Suzie is a bad bitch. She may be 35, but she looks like she's 25. Standing 5' 5" tall, with long blonde hair, brown eyes, 135 perfectly thick lbs, with natural D cups and an onion booty that could make a grown man cry. Plus, she was as sweet as apple pie. Suzie's son Rusty was. Quickly resuming them, the pain rapidly retreated and her ass began a slow grinding motion against her fingertips. Her pussy certainly wasn't asleep now. She reached lower and could feel how hot and wet she'd become.C'mon. Relax. Relax... Breathe. It'll be okay. Just wait... "Mmmmm," she whimpered, wet fingers entering her mouth. Sucking softly, comfortingly, she closed her eyes.Bear down... Bear down... It had taken a couple of minutes to will the muscles to relax again. Once she'd managed it,. "Oh, that tickles, Robin," she giggled, trying to keep her position.My left hand drifted down to her left tit, and I squeezed on it for a moment as I finished her face. After roughly the fiftieth lick, my tongue went back in my mouth, and I leaned my head on her shoulder. Soon after that, we both lied down together and cuddled.We just enjoyed the silence for a moment, and she encased her arms around me. I couldn't help, but to smile widely and smooch her chest numerous times. After five.