Then I pulled it to one side so that my whole pussy was visible again.“Cherry,” Ben said, “you look amazing. Of course you look better without t...em but if you’ve got to wear something then it has to be them.”“Wow, I guess that we’ll take them please Allison.”As I took the bra and knickers off Allison asked, “So what are you going to be doing with yourself whilst you’re here; I’m guessing that Ben here will have to go back to work soon.”“Walking, skinny-dipping, maybe some horse riding; I don’t. Ever since I let it slip to my friend Nancy that I was having sex with black men, she's been full of questions. Nancy's a stay-at-home mom like me and we often get together so our k**s can play. At first she was shocked that I, a good looking, church going, suburban house wife and mother would seek out black sex. Then she was amazed that I was doing it with my husband's blessing. I explained to her that while sex with Mark was always good, our sex is much better now, and that sex with black men. ”“Son of a bitch! I think I’ve got it! Look!”I take the freshly-rolled joint, carefully examine it with my fingers, and drop it into my shirt pocket.“One down, nine to go. Congratulations, sub. There’s hope for you yet.”“Gee, thanks, SIR! Now, please pull the car over and fuck me!”“As I said, one down, nine to go. Roll.”“Okay, how about this. If I roll one more perfect joint on the very next try, you will pull the car over and fuck me.”“And if the next joint you roll is not perfect? What. I was bound and determined to finish him off.I pulled my head up and continued to stroke him with my hands, but decided I wanted to do other things for a moment. We kissed, deeply, before I dragged my lips across his chin and up to below his ear. I started sucking on his earlobe and moaned his name. He was getting harder. “What do you want Danny?”“Fuck Genevieve, I’m close.” "How close Danny? Do you want me to keep going?" He was so hard in my hands and I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I wanted.