The sweater stays the way it is. So quit trying to convince me otherwise.”“So fine,” Blake acquiesced, “but you could still take the skirt off....”“And leave me in just my panties and sweater? Yeah, like when pigs fly.”Blake noted that Charlene hadn’t really said no. Pressing the tiny opening he added, “Your panties are probably not much different than the bikini bottom you were wearing that day on the boat.”Charlene grinned, and allowing herself to be persuaded into something she really did want. The stimulation to my dick was too much. Desperately I tried to think of something boring, but the stimulation of my hands on Stacie's tits and her grinding on my erection were too much. I spurted five squirts of cum into my pants.I exclaimed, "Shit!" I pulled my hands out from under Stacie's shirt."What's wrong, Tiger?" Then she felt my dick deflate. "Oh! I'm sorry, was that too much?"I said meekly, "yEs" I got up to go to the bathroom to try to clean the mess out of my pants. I cleaned the. I kissed her full on the lips. I took off my shirt, held her close, and kissed her again. Oh, those tits felt good against my chest. She invited me to sit down. She put on some seductive music. I don’t know who, but it was romantic, possibly middle-eastern. She started doing a strip tease for me. The bikini top went off first. She then straddled me. Now those tits, unencumbered by a bikini top, rubbed directly against my chest. My dick strained against my boxers and the tip of my dick poked. Henry squeezed tight on her waist and mercilessly drove his monstrous black cock into the tiny white wife. Amber collapsed on the couch while her pussy spasms around him in a chain of orgasms. Henry furiously pounded into her intent on making her pussy make up for the last six years of forced celibacy. Amber was in a daze as the old man got his use out of her, her thighs were soaked and trembling, the only thing keeping her up was his big hands as his thick black cock plunged over and over into.