A woman that wanted my seed to be sprayed deep inside her. The thought of coming making me all excited until my cock was about to erupted. I surly cou...dn’t come inside my mom but she grabbed my other cheek with her hand and kept me pulled tight inside her“Come in mommy, it‘s safe” she saidFuck I thought, she knows it’s me fucking her, her son“I’ve wanted to feel that cock of yours inside me for ages,” she saidI could feel herself lifting up off the bed to meet me, which made me want to come,. ..till the next year. But I digress...that is another story. Suffice it to say that I love my wife, I ADORE her, and I would NEVER cheat on her for ANY reason. I have never fantasized about another woman since I met Billie, but those boys in their singlets are another thing. We BOTH have hot fantasies about them. Billie and I have often whiled away many a day and night talking about our fantasies and fucking like bunnies on E. Ok, now that I've explained, lets get on with the story. Like I said. Ihre Jeans drohte dabei fast aus den Naehten zu platzen, genau wie Marcs Badehose, die er bereits unter seinen Shorts trug. Sie war einfach phantastisch. Ihr volles, wildes Haar, das sie im Augenblick zurueckgesteckt hatte, diese dunklen, mandelfoermigen Augen, der kunstvoll geschwungene Mund, ihre samtene, leicht dunkel getoente Haut, und ihre festen kleinen Titten ueber dem gut trainierten, flachen Bauch, den sie so gerne herzeigte, und dann noch die kraeftigen, perfekten Schenkel. Sie trieb. He was always put together and seeing him sent shockwaves through my body. I had to sit in class with my legs crossed because of my pulsating pussy. That’s how sexy he was. However, he did have one fault, he was married. I didn’t know who she was, but I loathed her existence. It made me cringe to think that he was going home to her night after night. And I knew for a fact that she did not give it to him like he deserved. A strong black man cannot be satisfied by a little white lady. That is.