His skin was black and smooth and shiny and appeared unblemished in any way. I was truly in awe of this man. He was the embodiment of the term, "The P...rfect Man."He stared down at me for a long time. I wasn't sure if he was delaying to give me time to think about what we were about to do or if he was just enjoying the view of my body laying beneath him and ready for the taking.He asked quietly, "Are you ready for your first black cock?"I didn't even hesitate. I gasped out, "God yes!" in a. The geek grabbed a city guard stun baton off the wall that was lined up with dozen of weapons and I grabbed a pair of battle knucles his baton was simple a foot long baton that gives a electrical discharge. My battle knucles were made of a crude metal with sharp spikes on each knucle ready to tear into a person's flesh. The fight was brief the geek tried to keep me away with the baton but I moved to quick for him side stepping his swing and back handing him with the spiked knuckle the cameras. Saliva-wet tongues dueled and teased then poked and prodded inside oral cavities in a well-remembered, much-rehearsed contest of mouth copulation. Finally, Brad Garrison sat the woman in his arms back down on her feet on the cold, hard stone porch floor. Inadvertently, his impetuous rain dance had loosened his bathtowel covering and his entire loin-covering outfit fell from his waist and landed at his feet. Although not embarrassed, this man knew the gentlemanly thing to do would be to pick. I couldn't sleep Friday night, and I arrived at Judy's house early. I wanted to get whatever chores she had for me done as soon as I could, so we would have more play time. That week she wanted me to clean out the gutters, and help her clear out some of her husband's stuff from the garage. She was in a very businesslike mood, no smiles or greetings, as if what had happened last week had all been in my imagination. After I finished dragging the last of the trash from the garage out to the curb.