If there’s anything we can do to help you get settled in, just ask.”“That’s very kind of you,” Susan said, eyeing him again.“In fact,” R...ay said, “I need to change into something more comfortable now that we’re back at home.” He stood up. “If you’ll excuse me.”He was still wearing the clothes he was in when he got out of the taxi. Carla had had time to change into something more comfortable already. While Susan’s eyes followed Ray as he went into the house to change, I was looking Carla over. He got out of the bed and got into the shower. It had been three weeks since their initial encounter with Andrea and since then she had been visiting Sandy and Chris frequently during the week and weekend. Since that first wild weekend three weeks ago, Chris had dialed back some of his changes to both his wife and Andrea. For one thing, the cleaning had gotten a bit too much with Andrea squirting pussy juice all over the place every time she came, which was pretty frequent!When Chris finished. He pulled out, spewing the last of his jizz on my lips, my chin. I began to cry again as it trickled from my mouth, up my nose.“Clear!” The huge black man laughed as his cum flew, glob after glob of thick, hot juice splattering my throat, my jaw, and my breasts. He kept thrusting, kept cumming. It ran down my chest, puddled at the hollow of my collar bones. I was soaked in his spew. I moaned, my throat rebelling at the heavy, horrible taste of cum.“Oh, yeah!” I felt the cock in my pussy. “Maam, may I see your driver's license and registration, please?”“Yyy..yes officer. I have it right here” she stammers as she frantically looks for the documents. Finally, she finds her driver's license and starts to hand it to me through the window when I say “ Maam, would you step out of the car, please?”“W…why, officer? Is something wrong?” she is almost in a panic.“Just step out of the car, Maam” I say, firmly.She opens the door and swings her legs out, her skirt riding above her knees. She.