Her long black hair and pouty lips also heightened the subtle sexuality; but Susan had always kept her sensuality under control. It was a secret weapo..., but she never gave in to temptation.While her husband did his best in their bedroom to make her happy, he was “lacking” in the art of lovemaking. Fortunately, Susan had another outlet. She had discovered a mail order place that she could purchase various toys and devices, and since her husband traveled a great deal of the time, she could. Chopper and Poker had just move in during the summer about a month apart. We loaded up on the bus, we were alone. We all got the same schedule so we would stick together. We bullshitted about the girls, and all the people going there. When we pulled up I looked out the window and there were cops everywhere. I got out and heard the familiar Loco Crew whistle. I threw up a couple signs and yelled "3 6 Puttin it down! Throw that shit up!" There were bomb girls everywhere, mostly white because we. " Oh okay, I see what your saying now." as Joanne started pulling my pants off from me.When Joanne had me stripped down to my birthday suit, she stood up in front of me and pulled her shirt off and then her skirt came off, till she stood infront of me in her birthday suit again, for the second time today.Joanne then climbed back into the recliner chair with me, with a knee on each side of me like she was before she pulled my pants down and off, but instead of resting her pussy next to my hard. Carpenter, how many years have you been married?” he asked. She told him. “May I ask you something umm personal, something very personal?” She said yes. “Do you and Mr. Carpenter still, you know,” and he made a hand gesture to signify two people doing it together. Then he paused a moment. He then said “May I ask another question?” He was being really bold. “Do you two still make love to each other?” She’d gotten a little embarrassed at that question and a little curious too. She felt a little.