I pulled my pajamas down and showed her my stiff thing. She told me I had a big thing for a little boy. She asked if she could touch it and I was too...embarrassed to answer. She slowly reached out and put her hand on it and started rubbing it gently, it felt so good. She moved closer to and I thought she was trying to get a better look but she surprised me when she opened her mouth and shoved my whole thing in. It felt better than anything I could have imagined. I moaned Oooooh! What are you. Carrie finally stripped off her panties, laid back on the pool table, and spread her legs for all the guys to get a full view of her bald pussy with just a small strip of hair leading north from her clit. Her pussy was beautiful, lips spread like a flower, gleaning from her juices. I got between her legs and started to eat her. I easily stuck two fingers in her hole and fucked her as I lapped up her juices. I aimed for her G-spot, using the “come hither” gesture with my fingers, and it seems to. After Duan left my boyfriend admitted to hearing me screaming out in pleasure. And admitted to jerking off to the sound of me getting off on Duan’s big black cock. He added he didn’t mind it if Duan was over while he was home or not. As long as he knew about it ahead of time. Now back to this past weekend. Duan knocked on my door around 4:30pm. I greeted him wearing a black dress, black heels, and my beautiful smile! I gave him a big hug and kiss on the lips. He held me in his long arms rubbing. Keeping count was a problem especially after a few drinks and most of the time I just didn't try.Sometimes I forgot what number I was on.Rachael was pretty good at keeping count and often told me all about it the next day. Taking out a notebook, I started making hash marks for every time I had sex. By the time I reached my first Christmas party my hands were shaking andI felt sick to my stomach.One side of the page was full of lines and I had turned it over just before my Thanksgiving entries..