Inside I found a huge black man speaking on his cell phone. He was a real giant; dressed in black leather, but with a red silk scarf around his thick ...eckHe did not even look at me. I could hear he was telling somebody he was busy now, because he had got a white married pussy to fuck in the airport men’s room. As he was saying that, he looked inside the last open booth and smiled to someone hiding there.Then a female voice called out:“Hurry up, you nigga bastard… just remember my cunt is on. He easily slipped into her pussy and began the familiar rolling thrusts, growing in intensity with each slap of his balls against her. Brandon watched the arch in her back buckle when she was at the base of his shaft and strengthen when she lifted herself into the air to the tip of his cock. He watched the slit in her middle swallow his black cock a hundred times, over and over as she rode him and he pumped her. Their rough sex had become a game of cat and mouse. Not only did he want to fuck. "Hmm... maybe you are right. I think we should go play on the playground." I moved closer to him and put my hand back onto his growing cock. He didn't move my hand. "Ahh shit," he said. I stayed there. Softly petting his dick. Looking him in his eyes and biting my bottom lip. "Well," I said. "I'm going to go play on the playground. You are more than welcome to join me." I smiled, and started to walk confidently away. I got only a few yards away when I heard him yell, "Wait!" I looked back and. As we walked down the passageway, I kept glancing around. I wondered if we would see anyone naked. What my dad said made sense to me. I never felt uncomfortable when I showered with the other girls on the swim team or after PE. Giggling under my breath, I thought about all the times the girls would joke about raiding the boy's locker room.Like most healthy girls, I was curious about boys. The line drawings in my health class textbook didn't really provide any details. I had seen a video at a.