”Atul slammed his forehead gently sticking out his tongue as if he realized his mistake as I kept watching him amused. Suddenly he looked up at me a...d flashed a venomous smile sending a chill through my spine as I knew what that smile meant. ‘Oh no, not today’ I prayed and started moving back without much success as he jumped from the bed, running across the room to block the door by standing in front of me.“Mom, will Dad fuck you today?” He asked biting his lower lips. “That must be. The first time I trekked into the high country and came up on Bitchback Mountain I knew it was a special place because it seemed to glow with an aura of unfulfilled desire. An old Indian guide shared a bottle of rotgut with me across a nice campfire on a chilly night and he filled me in on the legend of Bitchback Mountain and the curse that was laid on any white man that climbed up to the peak and pissed on its black and evil-tinged rocks. I wanted to laugh at the foolishness of the so-called. I figured "what the hell" and started stroking hers as well. After a minute or two, she started breathing heavier, so I confined my effort to just tickling just the underside of the head. She looked at me with her mouth hanging open, and shook her head no. I kept at it and nodded my yes. She closed her eyes, moaned, and shot cum in her stocking, some of which got on my hand. I wiped it off on her skirt, looked at my friend and said "We need to go." My "B-girl" was recovering from her orgasm, so. I told him that it would be an honor if he would allow me to give him a blowjob. He gave me his address and I headed right over. When Dwight let me in I saw that he was in later his twenties. He’d told me that he was half Cuban and half Afro-American so I wasn’t surprised that he was black nor that a guy hung like him was only about five foot seven. I’d noticed that a lot of short guys tended to be hung. Smiling in anticipation, he took me into the bedroom. There he first he kicked off his.