"Aren't you at leastgoing to say hello?"I heard a sigh, then she walked back around the corner into the livingroom with a very impatient expression on... her face. But her expressionwasn't what I noticed first. She was wearing what can only be describedas completely indecent attire. She was wearing shiny black six-inchplatform heels, with straps above her ankles. Her legs were incased inopaque latex stockings. Her dress was also latex, black, the hem of theskirt stopping well above her knees. The. He ran his hands up her fine ass roughly peeling her black skirt up to uncover her thong panties. He commented about what a slut she was to dress like that in front of black man. "You're just a boy," she said looking back at him. "I'll show what a boy can do to a white slut housewife," Derrick replied, reaching down and ripping her panties right off her ass. "Please don't hurt me," Beth cried, but at the same time I could see her spreading her knees and arching her back to expose herself. .. “Oh, I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment. She moved back East and didn’t want to try a long distant relationship. In other words, she broke up with me. Several months ago now.”This sounded like a good line to me. Not a lie, just matched one of my previous ‘girlfriends’ though not necessarily the last one. Ok, I haven’t had a ‘real’ girlfriend, at least for more than a week or two. No nesting for this fella. Variety is the spice of my life.She pauses, still stroking Wingman who is now. "What size do you wear I ?" I asked. "9 1/2 medium if you have them." she replied.I found a pair and gave them to her. She took them out of the package and examined them. Kicking off her shoes she put the stockings on and clipped them to the white merry-widow she was wearing under her dress. With her shoes back on she stood in front of the full length mirror in my room. She pulled up her skirt up. I tried to be a gentleman and look away, but I could not. She knew I was watching but did not.