"The four men rode off, and Mary said to me, "John, I do not know what it was, but there was something about that man that just did not seem right to ...e. What do you think?" I agree, Mary, but I cannot put my finger on what it was about him and those others. Maybe it was just a friendly concern for your welfare, but I cannot help doubting it."Neither one of us said any more, but I was even more careful to keep an eye out the rear of the wagon, just in case trouble showed up from behind us.. "Do you know why we invited you in?"No. I'm not sure." Don't be nervous. Weó" Roy's smooth effort to create a mood for Susan was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in!" he said loudly.The door opened to allow a handsome black man. Dressed in expensive, casual, clothing, he looked to be in his mid-twenties. As he walked over to plant a more-than-casual kiss on Claire, his hand brushed across her left breast."Sit down over there," Claire added, in a somewhat breathless tone, as she. “No we’re not,” she said, her eyes still closed.“What’s still sore?” he asked.“Nothing. I feel wonderful. You’re a good masseuse.”“Masseur,” Bob corrected her. “But thank you.”“Touch my breasts again,” she said.He didn’t question her. He was also sure this was no longer a massage. His cock clenched in his shorts.This time he gave in to playing with her nipples, squeezing them gently, pulling them this way and that, and rubbing his fingertips across them. They grew turgid and she made more. I couldn't actually see he bum-hole as her cheeks were too tight but the pouting lips of her pussy were clearly visible. She obviously groomed herself down there carefully as there was no sign of any pubic hair and her pussy was as smooth as a young girls except that the lips were open a little giving an indication of the pink and wet inner lips.This erotic view had my cock springing to attention and I found it necessary to roll onto my side to shift it to a more comfortable position. Julie.