She was the picture of mature loveliness in her chicnautically-themed outfit. I looked down and admired her stunning redpumps, and then we kissed aga...n, interrupting my reverie with theinsertion of her minty smoke-scented tongue between my teeth while sheexhaled more smoke into my lungs. It was all just so wonderfullydelicious and tension-free. The fantastic sex had been so untainted byguilt or ulterior motives. It had simply been for the uninhibited joyfulexpression of unbridled sexual. She has been here before but has never seen the padded spanking horse. She is bent over and wrists secured.Our cocks are then fed in to her willing mouth, one and two at time.Face slapping, gagging, spitting hair pulling is happily endured by the slutWe leave her secured as we have a drink and watch her wriggling body on the horse frame. The dildos have been in over an hour.I remove the pants which are covered in her juices. My friend makes her lick both rubber dildos clean.I put on a condom. Now the perspective has changed, as you can see yourself writhing on the floor. The floor is white; in fact, the whole room is white, and it?s difficult to tell where the floor and walls meet. Perhaps more perplexing is that while you can see, and still feel, yourself receiving pleasure, there are no strangers behind the voices or the touching. But even this bizarre turn of events doesn?t weigh down your mind for long, as you now enjoy the visual of your naked form, while still feeling and. To complicate matters further, growing up as a true Southern Baptist GRITS (Girl Raised In The South) it wasn ’t necessarily easy to find out about interracial sexuality back then either. Fortunately, though I seriously didn’t think the day would ever arrive, I was allowed to escape my restrictive surroundings with a college scholarship. I was to learn that I could get a lot of my college expenses paid for if I decided to go into teaching, so that made my career path an easy decision. Maybe.