John pumped his length into her and I listened to the rude slurping noised her wet pussy made as she received it. John leaned forward and grabbed Angi...e's breasts. He pinched her hard nipples as he pounded into her. Angie was really getting into it now. She was almost chanting "yes, yes, yes, oh yes," as John's cock stretched her juicy pussy as she writhed beneath him. John's tempo increased and Angie let out a long moan."Oh God, Oh God, Yes" she almost shouted, and as John pinched her engorged. But as she explained, most guys were clearly just trying to get a piece of ass from her and she could tell that I was not just one of ‘those guys’.I broke the completely comfortable silence by asking, “So, when can I see you again?”Cherry asked, “Does this mean our first date is over?”I said, “No, but I like that you said ‘first date’… No, I just can’t wait to know when we can do this again.”She smiled at me and said, “Soon; I’ll have to look at the schedule and I’ll let you know—but soon.”I. After few minutes I took her to my bedroom, and started our job on bed as usual, I was above her and she warp me with her legs, and told me “I was in need of a man since a long time bhai ji”, I told her that even “I was in need of women, to splash out my tension and frustration “, then begin in missionary, I pushed my penis gently in her, she has such a tight pussy like a one of virgin girl, I confess her “Gita,it’s tight pussy”, she replied ” bhai ji, I am married but, I don’t get physical. “I must stink from the gym. Sorry.”“I don't mind at all.”“You sure?”“Of course,” I said. “I love the smell of sweaty hot men.”He smiled. “Do you now?”I smiled back. “Look at me, I'm a pale white woman in my forties, of course I do.”“That’s funny,” he said.“I’m Lindsay.” I offered my hand.“Terrance.”We shook hands but didn’t say anything for a minute or so. But he saw me smiling and asked, “Have you smelled many sweaty black men before?”“Not many, just a few.”He laughed again and the driver.