I realized I shouldn't care. I should enjoy myself. Like my preacher.”“Women always find excuses to feed the hot hole between their thighs.” He ...icked again, groaning as his tongue slid through my folds. “The source of all sin is right here. This sweet hole, the promise it holds.”“Uh-huh,” I panted, not caring what he said. “Just lick me, Da...Preacher. Just lick my cunt. Oh, Lord, that's amazing. Oh, yes. That feels soooo good.”His hands reached up my naked stomach and found my breasts. He. I usually wear high heels with a nice summer dress.Anyways, my husband and I had boarded our flight for our honeymoon. He of course got the window seat, because he loves to look out when we are landing or taken off. So it was about 3 hours into the flight when I noticed a handsome young black man sitting across from me. He was quite muscular and tall. I noticed that he was with his wife, quite a good looking woman too. I allways had a thing about a black man, but never had the chance to find. I couldn't tell you now who was who, it was such a long time ago and the pair of them did tend to merge in my subconscious during the two days we were together. What I can say though, is that unquestionably they were both absolutely stunningly beautiful in their different ways, - and they shagged me to a standstill...They were only the fourth and fifth women it had been my good fortune to have sex with, and were far and away the most desirable and sexual ladies I had met in my life. They took. I started kissing him with my lips. That was amazing. I started entering my tongue inside his mouth and was occasionally sucking his lips.I then realized he has a much bigger hard-on now. He was damn shy that he wasn’t even talking. He just obeys and does whatever I am doing.I told him, “Anna, your thing became big again. Do you want me to take care of it?” He said, “Yes, Sammu, please. Do something. I have an urge, but I don’t know what it is.”Me: It’s ok, Varun, I understood. Let me take care.