I then attached them to the satiny garter belt. As I was in the process of sliding the silky panties up I heard a very feminine voice say, "Very nice...." I turned as see Lydia standing there, I had not heard her enter the house.She stood there admiring me for a moment before she finally spoke. "Something you wish to tell me?"I then broke down and told her about the dreams."Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "I thought you might get mad at me wanting to dress up again," I responded.She laughed. His thick lips were soft as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and began passionately kissing me. I had been so bigoted for most of my life, and there I was locked in a sloppy, wet kiss with a big, black man. We continued to kiss, and I tongued him back as he effortlessly lifted me up a few inches to sit me on the laundry table.His precum was running heavily down my stroking hand as he fondled and rubbed my big breasts with both hands. I knew that I was letting things get out of hand but didn’t. Leaning forward, your thrusts meeting mine, and your thumb now over my clit. Rubbing, then pinching me. Pure ecstasy coursing through me, I warn you, "I am so close baby, I am going to cum soon." "Yes cum for me, cum all over my cock." You pant in my ear.I shout out through gritted teeth, "Yes! Feels so good." My cum drenching both of us, your cock and body tense as the sensation of it gets to you. I feel your release spurt deep inside me as your hands grip my hips tighter and one last hard. ”“I meant, ‘Oh fuck!’ meaning you were the last f-frigging person I expected to see here, Shirl,” I muttered, trying to bite my tongue to avoid saying anything unredeemably offensive.“Why so surprised to see me, honey? We both used to love coming here for days out and for our summer holidays,” she said, “Remember? Back in the day?”“Well that was a long fucking time ago.” I had given up on the not-being-offensive idea as old memories started to flood back.“And I have regretted what happened to.