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*quot;You should really go check in on Martin,*quot; my wife said. *quot;When was the last time you dropped in on him?*quot;*quot;Just last week,*quot; I said. *quot;You were at your Women's Club that night. I told you, remember?*quot;*quot;Still,*quot; she said. *quot;It's the least we can do since his wife left him. They were such good neighbors to us when we moved in.*quot;*quot;But the ball game . . . *quot; I started to say.*quot;No,*quot; she cut me off mid-excuse. *quot;Grab a six-pack and go see him. Watch the game over there.*quot;*quot;He's a Braves fan,*quot; I complained as I got up from my comfortable chair. *quot;He isn't going to want to watch the Mets game.*quot;It had been a few months since our neighbors had split up. His wife, Jocelyn, was a fiery woman from Argentina. Josie (as we called her) had recently moved out after a huge fight ? not that they weren't always fighting. It was my wife's favorite soap opera. That didn't stop her from sending me over for *quot;emotional support.*quot;She went to the kitchen and I heard her open the fridge and take out some beer. While she was occupied I shot him a quick text. Wife sending me over to watch ballgame.His cryptic reply was almost immediate: ROYGBVPB?P, was my one-letter response.Of course, he replied. LOL. 10m.I slipped into the beat-up pair of Sperrys that I kept in the mud room, grabbed the beer off the kitchen table, and headed out the side door.*quot;I'll see you later!*quot; Atalar Escort I yelled at my wife.*quot;Thank you!*quot; she replied.I crossed the space between our houses, letting myself in through the side door to his garage and locking it behind me. I walked into the house, dropped the beer off on the island in his kitchen, and went straight to the guest bathroom down the hall on the way to the family room.I immediately slipped out of my shoes; followed in short order by my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. As I stood there naked my cock swelled at the sight of the pink lingerie folded neatly on the vanity.I started with the top of the pile. The bra was pink dotted mesh trimmed with tight pink ruffles on the top of the cups and loosely gathered lace below. Each cup was bisected with a white line that looked like a continuation of the bra strap and a large white bow was affixed between the cups.The matching panties followed ? a crotchless string thong trimmed in the same white as the bra with a tiny triangle of material in the back. I poked my stiff cock and pulled my balls through the open crotch as I pulled the panties into place. I squeezed my cock, forcing a large drop of pre-cum from the tip. I scooped it up on my finger and licked it greedily.Next came the garter skirt. The skirt, made from the same dotted Atalar Escort Bayan mesh as the bra cups, flared out from the hips and ran halfway down my ass cheeks. Where the garter straps attached to the front it was trimmed with two more bows to match the one on the bra. As my cock leaked more pre-cum I continued feeding it to myself.The stockings were last ? white RHT seamed stockings with a wide band of lace topping each leg. I rolled them and deftly pulled them up my legs, clipping them front and back, pausing only briefly to adjust my seams. I stepped into the white patent leather shoes that stood beside the vanity. They were pump-style with five-inch heels and ankle straps.The last thing left on the counter was a pair of breast forms. I slid the cool silicone tits into the bra cups. They warmed quickly against my skin and gave my figure just the right curves. The dark areola and nipples of the inserts were visible through the sheer fabric of the bra.I opened the medicine cabinet and removed a small makeup bag. Knowing time was an issue I quickly applied a light foundation and some blush, followed by some eye shadow from the Revlon Metropolitan palette. I finished the job with Revlon's Pink Pop Lustrous lip gloss, applied with practiced ease and leaving my lips shiny and sexy.I checked Escort Atalar myself in the mirror one last time before opening the door and stepping into the hall. My heels*clicked*on the tile floor as I retraced my steps back to the kitchen to pick up the beer. I grabbed the six-pack and a bottle opener and went back toward the family room. I paused in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.*quot;Need a beer, sweetie?*quot; I asked.*quot;What I need is your sweet lips on my cock.*quot; Martin was sitting on the couch with his long, hard cock sticking up obscenely between his legs. He was wearing a heavy terrycloth robe open just enough to reveal his manhood.He was a beautiful black man with a beautiful and impressive cock. I crossed the room quickly and knelt between his legs, immediately slurping his cock into my mouth. I set the beer down and began to stroke his cock with one hand as I sucked on it; my other hand rubbed and gently squeezed his smooth balls.*quot;Mmmm,*quot; I said between mouthfuls of cock, *quot;It feels like you have quite a load for me in there.*quot;*quot;Oh yeah, baby,*quot; he said. *quot;I've been saving it up for over a week hoping Elaine would send you over. I even moped around in the front yard until she came over to see how I was doing.*quot;*quot;You sly minx,*quot; I said playfully. *quot;We need a better signal.*quot;*quot;Maybe a Jack of Spades kind of bat-signal I can send up to call my sissy cocksucker over?*quot;*quot;Mmmm. Maybe I'll get a Wildcats flag to raise when I need a big black cock in my ass.*quot;*quot;Wildcats?*quot;*quot;Yeah, like the Kentucky Wildcats. Kentucky. 'KY.' Get it?*quot; He grabbed my head and pushed my mouth back down on his cock.