Inga suddenly had second thoughts about what she had just done. But a part of her wanted the street thug and drug dealer to at least come over to her house. Since that day at the party, the Swedish milf had thought about what it would have been like if she had somehow ended up with Tone and his friends instead of with Marcus Jefferson. She could still remember the sexual heat she felt that day just being around Tone and his gang of drug dealers.
Inga looks at the clock and knows she has an hour to get ready, Even though the black teenager is just coming over to deliver her a couple packets of Mellow Yellow, she still wants to look her best. After a nice hot relaxing bath, she puts on some special clothes. She wants to look nice because after all the boy is Marcus' brother. But she definitely doesn't want to lead the boy on. So she decides on a skimpy pair of red panties, matching half bra and a short red silk robe. Looking in the mirror she makes sure that nothing is showing. The short silk robe doesn't let anything show. She decides she doesn't need the half bra. Some red heels would look nice for Marcus' brother. After all, Tone saw more of her that day at the party when she wore her orange string bikini and those fuck me heels.
Inga decides not to let her long hair down. Yes, wearing her hair up will not let the boy get any ideas. Finally she goes for some gold earrings, gold necklace, a little make up and some red lipstick.
Looking in the mirror Inga Swenson is pretty pleased by what she sees. Not looking bad for 37 years old, the Swedish milf knows that she still has it. After all she has hooked herself an 18 year old lover. Inga rubs a bit of vanilla lotion on her long tanned legs and cleavage. The lotion smells great and makes her body shine.
Just then her cell phone goes off as she gets a text. Tone is coming around the corner. Inga texts him back, telling the boy to park his car around the side of the house. That way it is out of sight from her nosy neighbors. Inga's heart races as the black drug dealer knocks at the door.
"Hi...Tone. How are you?"
The drug dealer follows the elegant blonde milf into the living room. Those red heels make her fucking legs look a mile long. Tone tries to picture those long legs wrapped around his lucky brother as he fucks her senseless. The boy can't believe how lucky his brother is to have snagged a genuine hot assed blonde milf. And...she loves the brothas!
"Oh ...Inga...have you heard from my brother?"
"Yes, Marcus in Florida. He just sent me text. He arrive at the college and two students pick him up at airport. They are giving him special welcome party tonight. I guess they want him to play the football at their college."
Young Tone, who has heard of those recruiting parties, has a feeling that his brother Marcus will be very busy the next few days. The University of Florida has a reputation of arranging weekend "dates" for the high school recruits with two or three of their sexiest cheerleaders.
"That's cool. Here's your shit."
"Thank you Tone."
"Inga...the shit's on me this time."
"No...I don't want to do that. Here is money."
She gives the boy $120 for each packet and $100 tip.
"Tone...the tip is for...quick service. Can I get you something to drink? A coke? Or you are old enough for beer...maybe...glass of wine?"
"I'll have a beer if you got some."
"Sure Tone."
Inga goes and fetches the boy a can of beer. She smiles and adjusts her short silk robe. The boy can see her nipples poking through she silky material. Tone's cock is getting hard looking at his brother's girlfriend parading around in front of him like a whore.
"Tone I just put up basketball target and board. You and your friends can come over and shoot the baskets...sometime?"
"Yes...definitely. The boys would like that a lot. You gonna put on that orange bikini again and shoot some hoops with us?":
Inga gives the boy a smile and nods yes. Inga is starting to get excited thinking about that day a few weeks ago. If Tone hadn't gotten that phone call at just the wrong minute, what would have happened?
"Yes. I put on orange bikini again, or maybe I surprise you boys with another color..."
Tones cock is now rock hard hard as he looks at the sexy blonde milf. Shit, she's classy, richer than shit, sophisticated, got big tits, a fine ass and she loves black dick. This lady checks all the boxes. Tone has a feeling that Inga wants something else besides a couple bags of cocaine. Thankfully he had taken a shower and put on some clean clothes before going over to this classy blonde milf's house. If something happens, he just has to make sure that his brother doesn't find out.
"So, Inga...are you gonna do some...Mellow Yellow?"
"Well, I was planning to. I'm all by myself in this big house. Marcus is gone and I am...well I am a little embarrassed."
"Inga...don't be embarrassed. Go ahead. Here, let me set it out for you."
"Okay...I guess so."
Tone lays two lines of the yellow powder on the table and Inga snorts one line. She inhales the powder and Tone gives her a high five.
"Hey you go Inga! Shit! You took that shit like a pro!"
Inga smiles as she starts to suddenly feel the effect of the yellow powder.
"Tone...I feel so...warm...and so good...should I do...other line?"
"Not yet, give the shit a couple of minutes."
Inga feels great. She goes over and sits next to Tone. She kisses the boy on the cheek.
"Tone, thank you...for giving me...such...good service."
"Jesus Inga, you definitely are all warm and fuzzy, aren't you?"
"Yes. Mellow Yellow make me feel...so nice. And you are such a...nice boy."
"Maybe you...want to kiss me...again? This time like you mean it?"
Inga kisses the sweating teenager, this time on the lips. Tone knows the cocaine is starting to work it's magic. He puts his hand on her bare leg and runs it up her thigh. Inga spreads her legs, giving the boy access to her panty clad crotch.
"Inga...I think the first one's not enough. You better do the other line of the shit."
"Yes Tone. You are the expert. I do other line."
Inga smiles at the boy. takes the 20 dollar bill, rolls it up and snorts the other line, this time in her other nostril.
"Shit Inga, you love that shit, don't you?"
"Yes. It makes me feel...warm...and sexy."
Inga reaches over and kisses the boy again, this time running her hand along his bare leg. She reaches the slippery fabric of his black nylon gym shorts and runs her hand along the teenagers stiff cock.
"Hey! I better take a piss before things get out of hand. Where is it?"
"Tone, go down the hallway and it's the last room on the right."
The 18 year old black gang banger goes down the hallway and passes Inga's bedroom. He sees the black dildo on the nightstand. Now he knows what she was planning to do tonight. She was going to fuck herself all night with that black rubber dick!
Tone now knows that Inga is totally under the spell of the Mellow Yellow. He sits down next to the horny blonde beauty.
