“ Are you ready for your milk now?” She laughingly asks.“ Yes, I am, but I want it warm.” As she goes to the fridge to get the bottle she drop...s her blanket so she can use both hands. “ How warm do you want it?” she asks. I walk up behind her and tell her, “ I want it at whatever your body temperature is!”I slide the straps of her top and bra off her shoulders and in the same motion turn her to face me as her huge white tits with large pink areolas and nipples come into view. I lift her left tit. I pulled her skirt up over her waist, tucking it into her waistband. Then I ripped down those virginal, white panties of hers, the crotch soaked darker, unveiling her trimmed, golden curls dripping with her juices. She was so wet already. Her sweet musk filled my nose.“Oh, yes, you are just so juicy,” I groaned, pushing down my pantyhose so my cock flopped out. It smacked into her ass.She gasped.“Just such a hot, wet cunt. So eager for my cock.”“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” she groaned as I rubbed my dick. It was actually kind of erotic looking. I was getting close. I looked around the room as I continued to beat my glistening cock. I was looking for some tissue I could unload my cum into. There was none to be found. By this time the gorgeous singer, all dressed in black and definitely giving me the look, was sending me over the edge. I had to come. I arched my body backwards so that my cock was completely vertical and kept on pumping. The first load caught air and then shot after shot of cum. The black man pulled her close and grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed his lips to hers, but she pushed away saying, “I’m not sure I can do this. I’m too old for you. You can’t really be interested in an old married woman like me.” He stopped and then he laughed. Not a mean or sinister laugh, but one of trying to make fun of what she said to let her know just how wrong she was. He told her that she was truly a beautiful woman and that her age had only made her more desirable and that he.