The next time I had the chance I asked her, "So who was the black guy that picked you up on Friday?" My weekend date."She saw the look on my face. "My...husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My husband likes to spend some weekends with guys at the lake . They fish, hunt, talk business, and stuff." I'm invited, but it's totally a guy-thing so my husband introduced me to Jerold, a black guy he works with, who my husband. She turned, thanked me and I offered her my hand. I suspect she thought I just wanted to hand shake but when she gave her hand to me I raised it to my lips and kissed the top of her fingers. 'I was inspired by the French Revolution', I laughed and said. She looked a little surprised but I did not try to hold her hand and she just smiled and got in.We became more friendly after that. A few lunches at the Student Center, more studying. We would sometimes walk together and chat between classes.. My head went back when he swirled his tongue around the circumference, probed in as far as he could go and licked me like an ice cream cone.“Oh heavenly Jesus, Oh Heavenly Jesus that feels so good, please do not stop, Oh heavenly Jesus.”Ashley was clutching my hard cock and grinding her hips into my face smearing her wetness all over me. I went back and sucked her clit into my mouth. I continued the back forth clit to pussy to taint to ass to taint to pussy to clit until I felt her legs start. With one loud moan into the microphone, I started cumming. The waves of my climax started to cascade deep within my body simultaneously, making my pussy well-lubricated for penetration. My body shuddered on his fingers as my orgasm took control. He quickly stopped pumping his fingers as my hole tensed and squeezed around them. As he pulled his cum covered fingers from my pussy, he pushed me onto my back forcefully. I giggled slightly as he looked dominantly down at me. He started wrestling his.