O. She was going back and forth between the two hard black dicks, giving each one about twenty seconds of attention, then switching to the other. When...she didn’t have one buried in her mouth, she was feverishly jacking off the other. The couple of seconds she didn’t have a cock in her mouth during the switch she was giving some heavy praise. “Oh, this is good.” “Your black cocks are so sweet!” "I Love your cocks!” "Mmmmmmm I love them big and black like that!"The woman was like a machine and. My boyhood imagination was not ready to let me go by this chance to discoverlong lost treasure or at least maybe an arrowhead or two. Jim and I had founda few arrowheads in the woods and fields around our house a few summers ago.I peered down into the hole that was unusually deep for an oak, the sideswere slightly sloped and with some of the roots extending into the hole Ishould be able to get in and out without much difficulty. I was about to passon the idea and come back later when I noticed. He sat on the edge of the bed when his pants got caught up on his shoes, removing them and his socks. He stood and turned around, hearing Elaina coo at the sight of his rampant manhood when it came into view. He didn't think it was all that, but since it was all that he had, it would have to do. He darted over to the nightstand by the bed, pulling open the drawer and rummaging frantically through its contents."Robby? Sweetie, what are you doing?" Elaina called plaintively from the center of the. The kiss was firm, slow and rhythmic, drawing from her a full-mouthed response as her body melted into his Armani-wrapped frame. His restrained hunger absorbed her senses and blotted out all sensible thought till his mouth broke from hers.“I think,” he told her, fingers still caressing her face, “that that was a good-girl kiss. Very pleasant, but good-girl nonetheless.”Her response was instinctive. She hadn’t set out on her birthday evening to be labelled a ‘good-girl’. Gripping his face with.