His hand, strokes over her sex, she presses it into his hand, he rests on a arm looking into her eyes, she loves those eyes. He stares into her eyes. ...unny he thought as he was completely lost in their mezmerising dark but somehow sparkeling deep brown. I always thought I didn't like brown eyes, he thought. How wrong he was.He watched them with delight, as a soft moan came, the gentle arcing of the back, and the eyes squinting ever so little, as his middle finger slid into her. Her eyes closed,. "I raised a hand to her wet cheek and lifted her head up a bit and told her I loved her too and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.Standing up, I said, "So, I came in to see if you needed any help with your things. I started looking around at the piles of clothes on the bed and surmised that she had pretty much just pulled drawers out of the dresser and dumped them onto the bed."I think I'll have to sort this stuff out myself, you won't know which stuff fits me right now. I have a couple. I did so love an opportunity to share the delights of my lingerie drawer and to display the likes of that which the impressionable young man had been looking at through Victoria Secrets window. I had told him to call out when he had finished drying up and when I gauged he had made it back into the bedroom I would make my grand entrance knowing he would be thrilled to see me dressed like a slut.It worked every time.I never cease to be amazed at the stamina and ability these black boys have.. With this newfound resolve, I headed towards her master bathroom to shower as she had suggested. Not only would I be a little more presentable for her boyfriend when they returned, but I wouldn’t smell like I just had sex with his girlfriend. A little paranoid? Maybe, but can you blame me? Good Lord what a fantastic shower! She had one of those walk in showers with the huge tiles and showerheads everywhere. Took me just a moment to figure out the technology involved in getting the water.