He replied that he was but that she never lets him fuck her. I was surprised by this, and he must of read my face and said she only lets black guys wi...th huge dicks fuck her. I smiled and ask if my dick was big enough. He replied "why do you think I am talking to you now". HE then told me to meet him and his wife in the front of the YMCA when I was done getting dress. Once I was done him and his wife were in front of the YMCA, and she had a big smile on her face. I walk up to them and she said. .. Of course I don't believe what she said, but it was hot to hear! I tell her, "That's a hot fantasy hon, but I doubt it's going to happen," melting to her touch. She leans in, "Oh, really? Well I happen to know for a fact that it's absolutely going to happen." Again, massaging my cock. Her certainty in saying that really affects me -- I mean, it's as if it's a foregone conclusion and my wife and I haven't ever done anything like that, let alone talked about it concerning this couple... "Look. "The thought of this quickened her heart. It was all happening so fast! It was too late to turn back now if she was starting to get cold feet. No, she would marry this man, she knew... there was no turning back now. No going back home, running into her father's arms for safety."When we get there, you'll be able to freshen up if you'd like. They're a nice old couple. His wife will be our witness. You'll like them Yolanda." he smiled.She was very excited now thinking of the wedding ceremony in a. Teetering on her tall black stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. Spike heels clicking noisily on the concrete floor as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling hard. The door. It wouldn’t open. Candace. Candace’s body. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin’s knees buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace’s lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace’s perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.A strong.