Reaching around with one hand I started rubbing her clit, which put her into a trance. She started moaning loudly, causing me to stop and put my hands...over her mouth.“Ssshh! You’re going to wake [girlfriend] up!”“Don’t you want her to join us?” She asked.“Honestly, I only want two things right now. You, and that ass” I said.She smirked and promised she’d try her best to stay quiet. I resumed fucking her, occasionally stopping to kiss her, and primarily to give myself a quick break so I didn’t. I remained still for a whole minute, just enjoying this once in a lifetime moment. I looked down at her face, she was so pretty her face never changed even with 10 inches of black dick in her, She just looked at me with a wide smile on her face So without a worry in the world I started to pull my cock out and then pushed it back in slowly at first. I could feel every fold and ripple of her sweet wet pussy. It was fantastic.I looked down at my cock and with the light from the TV I could see that. "You know how much you enjoy wearing knickers Charles, well I think it'stime you tried tights instead of socks. You will find a pair of tightsdoesn't get lost as easily as a pair of socks so I won't have to keepreplacing them," Caroline said passing me several packs of tights to putin my sock drawer "and they will look less ridiculous with yourknickers."I was not convinced by the economy argument as I had always overheardfemale colleagues talking about ladders in their tights or snagging. A reporter from Gotham City named Lois Lane. I didn'tcare for the woman one bit. She was working on a story about the lastpublic appearance of Super-Sister almost ten years ago, and is talking toas many townspeople as will give her the time of day.I suppose I was prejudiced from the start; everything I heard about hercame from my best friend, Lana Lang. Lana and Lois used to be colleagueson the Daily Planet in Metropolis and had an intense professionalrivalry. Last spring, they both left the.