The black man’s cum andMiriam’s love juices were on everything. Even in myyounger fraternity party days, I have never seenanything like th...is before. Fortunately, I have weeklymaid service included with my condo so I wouldn’t haveto clean up all the sloppy mess.*******I figured that Miriam had packed up and gone home untilI got a call later on in the week from Maurice.“Dick, have you seen or heard from Miriam?” he asked.“My wife was supposed to be home from. “Get a grip, asshole,” I said aloud.“Talking to yourself?” came a voice from the shadows. As I turned my head towards the sound, the reason for my ill-advised presence here emerged before me.“Mr. Smith?” I asked, stupidly. My companion’s body language clearly stated, “Who else, asshole? Get a grip.”“Have you got it?” I asked, equally dense.“Have you?” he replied. At least, the voice was clearly that of an educated man, not an opportunistic vagrant. A slight, maybe even scrawny figure, this man. ‘Are you ready for your swim, Madame?’ ‘Yes, Christopher, I am quite prepared.’ With a hoop and a holler, he unceremoniously dumped her into the middle of the bed, surrounded by the remains of his $75,000. He let her roll in it and watched as a few bills stuck to her already wet pussy. ‘Aren’t you joining me?’ ‘No, madam, I have other things to attend to and your time is almost up. I have made arrangements for you at the hotel spa, your reservation is for three pm. Before you go, I should. She watched at the crack for about a minute while I stood there trying to force away my embarrassment at being caught. Turning back she said in a low voice. "She looks great, have a look again; I think she is about to cum."Not knowing what else to do I put my eye back to the crack. The maid was right the woman was starting into the throws of another orgasm. The sight of her cumming again sent another gush of juices to my own pussy. I still had needs that had yet to be met. As I watched the.