I love being wrong! The next days passed uneventfully. I attended conference sessions, chatted with contacts, visited exhibitors, collecting T-shirts ...nd other equally useless items. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of. Her nice round tits swayed back and forth and her moans echoed in my ears. Gregg’s thrusts intensified and I guessed that he was still harder on seeing another man watch as his wife became a full white slutty slave for black cock.Anita was not holding back at all words flowed out of her mouth. I had never heard her use such a nasty vocabulary. Gregg suddenly looked at me, saying he was coming in Ana.Before I could say anything, my sensual babe yelled at him, begging the black guy to come in her. Then said hold out your hand and put something in it. I open my eyes and it was her red thong, she was sitting there dress hiked right up, so I had her knickers in my hand and I was staring directly at her nicely trimmed pussy. She started to say "I'm sorry I know I'm awful and probably too old for you..." I just took a nice big sniff of her thong and said "mmmmmmmmmmmm", her next words, "my place". "of course", I fingered her all the way back as she drove and we fucked for quite a while.That. ”Anala gently grasped my flaccid dick and gently stroked me. We started kissing, softly, and I cupped her firm butt cheek, squeezing gently. When Anala had me hard, I slid my hand over her hip and gently massaged her clit. When I felt her juices begin to flow, I pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs. I put my glans against her labia and pressed forward slowly until I was fully embedded in her.I began with long, slow strokes, allowing my pleasure to build without trying to hold.