We were literally just passing through when we noticed the picnic and decided to check it out.
There were two hundred or so people there,and it was a mixed crowd in terms of both age and ethnicity.
My dress wasn't risque,but as usual for me,offered ample opportunity for those who chose to take a closer look,a just-above-the-knee summer halter. Besides the dress,the only thing between me and the outside world was my thong panties. Most panties I wear these days reference my preference for black sex,and the ones I wore that day were no exception.
After an hour or so and several short,but pleasant encounters with several people,we became separated.
Some time later,beside a table under a gazebo that was some distance from the nearest other people,I was enjoying a conversation with a handsome black guy roughly half my age when I saw my hubby walking toward us.
After a brief introduction,our conversation continued. My hubby sat on top of the table behind me and I leaned against him as we talked and I concentrated on the black man. I can't remember what we talked about,but I know I was already getting worked up before I noticed my hubby had hold of the hem of my dress and was slowly raising it higher as he pulled my halter to the side with his other hand,eventually exposing one of my tits and my only half-covered pussy for the black man to see.
There were two hundred or so people there,and it was a mixed crowd in terms of both age and ethnicity.
My dress wasn't risque,but as usual for me,offered ample opportunity for those who chose to take a closer look,a just-above-the-knee summer halter. Besides the dress,the only thing between me and the outside world was my thong panties. Most panties I wear these days reference my preference for black sex,and the ones I wore that day were no exception.
After an hour or so and several short,but pleasant encounters with several people,we became separated.
Some time later,beside a table under a gazebo that was some distance from the nearest other people,I was enjoying a conversation with a handsome black guy roughly half my age when I saw my hubby walking toward us.
After a brief introduction,our conversation continued. My hubby sat on top of the table behind me and I leaned against him as we talked and I concentrated on the black man. I can't remember what we talked about,but I know I was already getting worked up before I noticed my hubby had hold of the hem of my dress and was slowly raising it higher as he pulled my halter to the side with his other hand,eventually exposing one of my tits and my only half-covered pussy for the black man to see.
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