Me, I’m totally the opposite of my angel. Older forty-something, Divorced Caucasian male. Slight Budweiser beer belly, long blonde hair with blu... eyes. I’m six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds. I tower over her small frame.My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren’t supposed to be mixed”.Don’t get me wrong, Dad wasn’t racist in the least, he never preached hate. But he believed there were too many differences in our. "Well how about you come out with me and my friends tonight, and we'll show you what it's like to go out with the girls?" I couldn't even focus on the severity and level of that suggestion. My little cock was straining and I knew I was close to ejaculating into the panties. I agreed but right now I would agree to anything. "Good." Christina slid her fingers inside me and licked the inside of my ear. I came all over the panties and partly on her hand. She lifted her hand up and I licked her. Then I knew it was my turn to return the favor to Wynona as she rolled over on her back for me to pleasure her. I kissed her soft lips tasting my own pussy on her lips and tongue. Next I kissed down her neck, sucked her erect nipples and fondled them, then let my tongue slowly slide down her belly, all the time keeping my eyes on her facial expressions which denoted pure pleasure. This was my first time making love to another woman and I found myself enthralled with erotic excitement. Finally. Blame my hormones! And please keep going at that knot by my shoulder blade, it's almost exquisite agony, but it feels so much better already."I continued with my massage, feeling her trying to relax her body, even though I knew that the hard pressure of my fingers must be causing her some discomfort. When I had finished, I got her to turn over and I gently caressed her front with her lotion, trying to run my fingers across her skin in a soothing and relaxing way. Her trim stomach felt soft and.