You have a house in the suburbs, with a lawn, and a garage, and a backyard, and a mortgage that's been paid off. I'm in the hood. You only have your h...usband. I have 2 or 3 more just like you.We probably wouldn't have anything to do with each other at all, except for one thing. I want to fuck you. And you want me to fuck you. I want to grind my big black dick inside your big, wide, white ass. And you want me inside there too. You get the hotel room. I'll come during my lunch break.You open the. Still kissing, we edged towards the bedroom, shedding shoes along the way while I unbuttoned Kevin's shirt for the second time that night and he pulled my blouse over my head. He started fumbling at my strapless bra clasp, and silently thanking Belinda again, I slipped my fingers up and under the cups and pulled it straight down to my waist."That's very practical," he mumbled into my lips as I unzipped his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. Guiding him slowly backwards into my bedroom, he. He wasn’t all smiles tonight though. Just a blank slate glaring at me and Gina’s traversal. Off the club’s main floor, we approached a hallway – an empty one as it was separated by an unlocked closed door we went through and locked behind us – with a winding staircase at the end of it. Climbed that and to the top, we met the open double doors to an empty lounge. The pounding of my heart reverberated in my skull as we walked through and closed them behind us.“I’ve never seen you around campus. At home, I went into my room, shut the door and removed my soaked clothes. The bra and panties were dripping soaked. I could not leave the bra and panties wet laying on the floor. My mother did not ask about my first pink panties, but having a matching bra and panties she would have questioned. I was going to have to find a place to hide my stolen girl clothing.Looking around my room, I looked for a hiding place. Looking at the dresser, I pulled out the bottom drawer. Beneath the drawer was a.