.. I think about forcing her to lap at my juices and wonder how her tongue would feel against my clit. The more I think about it, the more excited I f...el. Sensing the heat growing within me. Almost resonating onto my inner thighs. Watching her dance as her breast bounce just enough to be noticed, imagining her bent over. The thoughts in my head racing.She begins to head up stairs, I slowly wander to the bottom of the staircase, briefly glancing around, slightly moving to the music, as she. After some usual post bedtime talk only this time we had some pics to spice things up even further I suggested we call Nigel up for another meet, Was some few weeks later so Monica was up to it not complaining at all. We met during a week day, k**s at school and easy for Nigel to get away from his wife and work. We, as usual, got to the motel first, Nigel joined us complementing Monica with a hello kiss to her lips, James hello kisses were a peck on her cheeks or forehead. As usual Monica. I called my friend Wendy and explained what was going on, she being the slut that she is said we should invite all the black jocks over and let them fuck all these pure little white princes and turn them into BBC sluts.I said Wendy not everyone is like you, so of us want to get married to a nice white man and settle down and live a nice life of luxury.Wendy said stuff that, there is nothing better then getting fucked by a BBC then walking back into the house and kissing your boring little. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Katy’s legs wrapped around Dave’s arse. Every time I opened them I saw the back of Amy’s head, heard her gentle breathing, and found myself thinking about that big red bra. There was no way I was going to sleep tonight. Unless... I was confident she was asleep, but still I hardly dared breathe as I stealthily unbuttoned my boxers and let my erection spring free. It throbbed in my hand as I began gently stroking myself under the covers, aching for release. I.