And she was pounding her pussy with it. I had had sex with her several times and knew that she was tight with my cock and now she has the beast of a d...ldo in her tight hole. I couldn't help but get my cock out and start stroking it. I must have closed my eyes cause I heard the laptop slam shut and she was starring right at me. "what are you doing freak?" she manages to get out. Looking at her blotchy red face I could tell she must have been close. I replied back with a lot of nerve "What are. ‘That was a great dive!’ said Sarah, ‘It’s like watching fireworks!’ ‘Thank you.’ Sullivan nervously paused and with a slight sheepish smile continued, ‘About last night, I’ve been thinking about it and decided I was not very nice.’ ‘Oh Sullivan, we both had fun with teaching me that back dive. You were very nice.’ She softened her voice. ‘And I’ve learned that I have nothing to be scared of.’ She smiled as she gazed into Sullivan’s eyes. ‘Shouldn’t you be worrying about diving?’ Sullivan felt. I placed each hand on his thighs and began pulling him closer. He must have known I was really beginning to enjoy this, and he picked up the pace. He started to fuck me faster and faster, still with long strokes. I felt his heavy brown balls slam against my ass each time he drove himself into me. I uncontrollably moaned and screamed as he opened me up and relentlessly fucked me. “Oh my Gooodddd!! Daddy!! Fuck! yes! Mm mm mm mm oooohhhhh!!!” What came during the next few seconds was the most. The hostess at Bistro Rondine was a rather plain-looking black woman-or so Laura thought at first-with however a very attractive figure. She wore a severe black sheath dress that was anything but revealing; rather, elegant and chic. But you could tell somehow what was underneath it, and Laura had to control her eyes so that Sara wouldn't notice and make a telling comment, concealed by a deceptively funny face.This was not easy to do since the bistro was very busy, catering to young.