”Pushing him away, I entered the pin on the panel to open the door. He was silent as he followed me inside, as if he was in some kind of trance. Pre...sing the button for the elevator, I could feel my skin burning away. I stood looking at the silver doors, I was glowing. I had never felt such lust like this for anyone. Maybe it was the alcohol; maybe I was just a perverted whore who had pushed this fantasy to the back of my mind because of social standards.I admired his perfectly chiselled jaw. I told him that I wanted to kneel in front of him and pull his pants off, that I wanted him to teach me how to blow him properly. I wanted him to tease me, to smack my face with his black cock, I wanted to stick my tongue out and have my tongue and face spanked by his big black cock. I wanted to be treated like a true BBC whore, like all the porn stars were in the interracial videos that I had become addicted to. I wanted to get on all fours for him, to take a black cock in my virgin ass. I. Dave took 2 of the bags and led them to his car. Keith sat in front with him, and Stephen crowded into the back seat with the women.“We have just about enough time,” David said.“When is the wedding?” Mom asked.“Officially, 1:00. Depends on the DS, though. He’s visiting another church at some distance first. We need to hear Jen preach at 11:00.”“Well,” said Deb, “it will be her last chance to say anything without your interrupting.”“You think she’s going to stop preaching?”“She’s getting. I awoke around 3 am, with pretty Brianna on my mind. I was picturing her face, her figure, how she moved when she walked.I suddenly realized I had my hand down my panties. And the fabric was getting in my way.I closed my eyes and pictured that it was Brianna’s hands, not mine, skimming my panties off of me. My fingers worked myself over slowly, exploring everywhere. It must have taken me a good forty-five minutes of enjoying myself before I finally found sweet release.In my mind, Brianna was.