He was used to working in the blistering sun, but without a source of fresh water it would soon become a problem.He’d seen no fresh water yet or any... kind of vegetation he felt safe trying to siphon moisture from. He had no tools to speak of. His clothes were roughed up even worse than his skin. The white shirt and dark blue trousers were in tatters around him. He needed to find some food, water and shelter soon or it was going to be a very rough night.As he continued on, he was pleased to come. Before long, our landing gear lowers and the four of us step out intothe warm morning air, taking several deep breaths to clear our minds."So, how many times have you been to America now?" Charlotte asks me asthe boys load our luggage into the waiting taxi."Umm, this'll be my fourth," I say. "Heh, all four times have been post-op... How about you?" Ninth," Charlotte says proudly. "Used to come here a lot with dad-well, New York, usually, not Vegas... This'll actually only be the thirdtime I've. " It barely registered that they had finished the entrée. Gary used his cloth napkin, and with shaking hands Elaine used hers. She melted as he put his arm around her, drawing her to him. He kissed her lips gently before he spoke. "We have a long night ahead of us."Elaine sighed."What is it?" Gary asked."I'm..." She swallowed. Her mouth was so dry. "I'm going to embarrass myself in this dress. I've soaked right through it." Don't worry," said Gary, sipping his wine. "I have a coat in the. Standing, he began kissing me. As our tongues danced in each others mouths, he worked his fingers up my already wet pussy."You sure are a horny white bitch," he proclaimed. "Let's show Sue what's she's been missing."He started taking off his shirt, I helped with his pants. I couldn't wait to get his big black cock inside me. As soon as his cock was free, I knelt before him and began to suck it and rub my fist up and down the shaft. Oh, how I love the feeling of a black man's cock getting hard.