And my hole was really small at that time… n his fingers was really big. And so it was a good feeling, that his fingers was drilling inside my pussy...��.And after a couple of seconds ,my pussy was full of water.. n he asked whether I leaked.. I said.. I don’t know.. He asked me 2 touch my pussy… it was full with my cum itself… oh good.. it was a good feeling… and so he took his hands off.. n asked to hug him.. n when I did.. he slowly in my ear asked to hold his cock..I just did as he asked.. And. When she switched to reverse cowgirl, that opinion was further cemented in my head as well as my heart. My cock certainly agreed from seeing those gorgeous black buttocks of hers.I found myself in a blur, almost, having Karissa ride me into next year. She took me three or four times before she stopped, even showing me the stimulant that she slipped into my rum on our first break. The wink in her face told me that she was far from done with my dick ... and the rest of my body, too. I wasn’t sure. My fantasies got the best of me and I asked what I really wanted to know. “He has big black cock, doesn’t he?”“Sooo big and sooo thick. It makes me cum like crazy and it stays rock hard for so long.” I buried my hand in my crotch and started to grind my hand into my pussy. The other line on my call waiting was had been going off for ten minutes but I was so horny. Little did I know that it was Victor calling to tell me he was coming back for his pager. “Kimika, you don’t know where he is? I. Part 3.” is only on my profile page.Every time I was with my wife, sexually, I was only thinking about Steven. His touch and body had awaken lusts and excitement in me that I thought was long lost. All our encounters up to this point had been quick, although amazing. First those late night visits, where we had to be not only quick but also quite. Then, quick encounters as I drove him home from my house after hanging out with my son. Every encounter, every experience, every earth shattering.