"Any excuse to see those gorgeous tits of yours," she laughed. "So perky and firm" Nowhere near as big as yours though," I complained. "Wish I was a b...it bigger." Yours are great as they are," Kathy assured me. "So shut up and let me taste them."I lay back, loving the way she made me feel. Then her hand started creeping down to my briefs."Better not," I warned her reluctantly, looking at my watch. "Mom could be back from shopping anytime. Besides, I am still twitching from that last one." Good. He got a thrill from the attention, the fact that he knew he was an irritant; that was almost more arousing to him than getting fucked. Still no response, he constructed yet another email, this time, taunting him by reverting back to his tried and true nature of being racially belligerent, claiming that the picture of the cock wasn’t even real, that he probably had a tiny cock and was trying to compensate for not being a “real” black man. That would surely get a response. And this time it. She scooted even closer, her black thong wedging upward into her delicious crack, her fishnet stockings straining against the seat, forcing the flesh of her supple thighs to protrude from the lacing of her leggings. Her red horns gleamed with her eyes as the shadows gave way to passing sunlight. Her black hair blew slightly from the draft of the open window. I scooted just a little more, and we locked eyes, seeing which one of us would break first. I burst out in a fit of laughter, and we were. She admired his muscled torso and quickly fiddled with the belt of his jeans, anxious to see what else would be revealed. Her mind was a whirl. She couldn’t believe that she was going to have a man with a body like this!Joe quickly stood up and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He was wearing white boxers and Maria noticed immediately that he was already erect. At least she thought he was…she gazed at his crotch where his cock seemed to be lying down his leg rather than.