The bra would make her breasts unmissable and she’d gone for a matching pair of panties, not a thong, with a pretty garter belt. On her way home fr...m the shops she’d hoped that the guys wouldn’t be home yet and she was in luck. Breathlessly, she’d run upstairs, thrown off her clothes and almost ritually tried on her new purchases. She’d paused a little to survey her offering to him before putting on the dress. She could almost fancy herself! The colour of the lingerie looked great against her. They found it and went in, grabbing a cup of coffee and a Danish pastry each. Stan was actually quite nervous, but if Denise was, she was hiding it well. He knew that he wasn’t the best self-salesman around, and worried that he’d not give a good impression. In any case, he thought it would probably be impossible to come up to the standard that Anne had painted of him. He sighed. Denise caught it. She reached over and rubbed his hand. ‘I don’t know what you’re fretting over, Stan. Anne said this. With a pair of green eyes watching him through the twilight of the tent, he rolled onto his cot without another word. He seemed to pass out at once and the tent was silent once more. She watched him doze for a long time before she looked away, glancing at her dripping clothes. As he slumbered, she slipped the shirt over her head once more and huddled closer to the fire. Hanging the tattered rag nearby to dry, she rubbed her palms down her arms, comfortingly. Glancing down at her own pale skin. The woman opens her eyes for a moment and looks at me. She opens her mouth to scream as the black man smacks her ass. I'm ready to explode.I jump up off the ground and pull my lover to his feet. He smiles. "What's the matter baby? Watching that bitch get the shit fucked out of her make you want this?"I moan in answer and beg him for his dick. "Pleeeease baby, take this pussy." Not yet honey." And he pushes me to my knees. He thrusts his hard cock into my mouth. He rocks back and forth, fucking.