She had shed her hang-ups with husband number two and was at peace with who she was. She had grown up a black woman in an age when discrimination was ...till not only acceptable but just becoming illegal. She got by on hard work, and a good laugh, able to pick herself up and laugh when life knocked her down. Looking at the fine piece of white meat sweating and grinding away on the benches, she looked at the camel toe so clearly visible in the skin tight workout wear and knew right away what that. They were angry, this job was going to set them up for life and now it was ruined, all the planning had been for nothing.They were just about to smask the place up and leave when they heard a noise in the bedroom upstairs. Slowly and quietly they went up to investigate.As they got to the bathroom door they could hear faint splashing noises, geting louder as they got closer. "Shit there is someone in" said Dave. They both peeped in through the tiny gap in the door to see someone in the bath. "I. From a tissue box, she took a brochure of still-folded tissues and slipped them into her left thigh-pocket. From the corner couch in the lounge she took a big, soft European pillow and carried it through to the front door hallway, propping it against the table which stood against the wall.Is there anything I’m forgetting?She looked around her for anything she might have missed. Hung above the table was a picture of her and her husband. She felt another flush of anger. Not wanting to see him. I awoke after what seemed to be like a 5 minute nap the young brother and sister I was with have gone of else were and left me alone in a pool of sweat and cum from all three of us, as much as I actually enjoyed being sweaty from sex I really needed a shower but it seemed to be waste to leave all these bodily fluids dripping on the bed sheets so I did the dishonourable thing and ran my tounge up the sheets licking up whatever traces of cum, squirt and sweat that my tongue could catch.After.