I knew because his body was all man. I knew because I could see a very hard dick under him slightly jerking to the rhythm of the hard pounding he was ...eceiving. He was bent over on all fours, back arched, head down, moaning into the bed. I couldn't look away. I couldn't move. I promised I tried. But no matter how much I screamed at myself to go, I couldn't move.I was surprised when I heard the black guy ask gruffly, "Whose pussy is this, bitch?" Emphasize with a hard thrust."Yours...fuck!. Tears fell freely from her pale face."Are you going to live?" she asked, her voice tremblingI groaned in the affirmative."Good..." she paused..."you stole my shadow you bastard," she said finally ... though this time it was barely more than a whisper.I couldn't help laughing, even though most of my diaphragm had stalagmite through it."I didn't do anything to your shadow, little girl." I said with a sneer. "It's what you are ... creatures of the light do not cast shadows." I said between moans. He said, “Ok, boy, if that’s what you think, how about one of your toys in your hungry hole?” I said maybe, “well, boy, you’ve been doing most of the work, sit back, let me eat you out, and we go from there.” I was nervous but he took the lead, sliding me down and pushing my legs up toward my chest. I was in a very unfamiliar feeling, holding my knees toward my chest, my asshole spread open and an older man's hands were spreading my cheeks apart. This was going to be the first time I had. I am Alibodge Eddy by the way, and I write [I hope] sensual stories for my site on Hamster. I had been approached to write up this couples story and invited to meet only a few miles from where I actually live here in Staffordshire, a challenge I eagerly took up and after an initial meet in a pub they had invited me to meet them at their home, and here I was pen in hand. From this point on I will continue as one of my usual stories, ghost writing for them, and just so you know, the price of my.