Ben was an ex-football player and had the stature to go with it. But the last fifteen minutes dancing with the Negro had left her breathless and excited.All the neighborhood women would stare at him when he mowed the front lawn, those broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the tight butt and those massive thighs, the black skin glistening with his sweat... The four rum and cokes she had drunk did not help; she was definitely feeling a bit tipsy.She hated it when Pat did that but this seemed to be different and she allowed it with little struggle. Finally gaining control of herself, she pushed the softly probing hand away and broke off the kiss. But she could still feel where the finger had touched her. As soon as they had finished, they heard someone moving around in the kitchen.
For his thirty fifth birthday party she had finally acquiesced. "Quickly," she said, "before someone discovers us." She leaned back on the machine and raised her hips to allow him to pull her panties off."If you watch me, I get to watch you." Kathy finally managed to pull her eyes from Paul's cock and looked at his face. "Ok," she said, in spite of her mind telling her to get the hell out. She felt her juices, which had never receded after the fucking Harry had given her, roil in her body.Paul had his arm around her shoulders and she had her arm around his waist as she watched him noisily piss into the toilet. He squeezed out the last few drops, but did not put his stiffening cock away. "How am I going to see you pee if you sit there with your legs together?Kathy unconsciously pulled on the hem of her short, black dress. When Pat had bought it for her she was a bit shocked; it was much too short and low cut for her taste. She had never worn stockings before either, and, at first, found them uncomfortable.Four inch black high heels completed the outfit; Kathy had had to practice walking in them.