At the end she has a pussy or ass full of his baby juice.I did notice that Joan did get excited watching those and the night usually ended with some g...reat sex. Truth be known I also enjoyed it and sometimes wondered how she would look under a black guy fucking her.We talked about it although our discussions never went further. Just too busy to follow up so it was only a fantasy for both of us.Anyway the restaurant was crowded but we managed to get a table. While waiting for our food this large. " I'm nervous Joan." I can imagine you would be." I'd better go." Yes" there were tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, "Phone me sometime Tommy, please."I kissed her cheek and used my hand to wipe a tear away,"You know I will."She lived in one of the smarter areas of the city, I found a parking slot without much difficulty and walked nervously up a tree lined avenue until I reached number ninety seven. The curtains moved slightly as I went in through the gate clutching the huge. And it would be such a shame if all these nice people were disappointed. Can I help? Pleeeeeease... " She reached out and ran a finger down the director's arm."Well ... er..." the director rooted around in his addled brain for the words. "We do have a problem ... and er ... I'm sure Mr Foo ... er ... Frank would greatly appreciate your help." Great!" Harriet jiggled and the crowd gasped once again. "What would you like me to do?" Well, er ... As you know..." the director gazed at Harriet's. Eric had the body of an athlete, lean but with muscle. He had a craggy face with full lips and a deep cleft in his chin. His eyes were a mixture of dark and light gray with a hint of hazel, and he had a shock of dark red hair, with a military cut. She found out that he worked out in the Company's gym three times a week and usually ran 5kms most mornings. As she was a runner herself she thought she would find out where he did his running. In casual conversation one day she asked him and he.