The bell end well above my belly button!Jazz looked round, holding my waist. I sat proudly with his hot sticky shaft against my belly.'Big enough for ...er mate?' Jazz quipped!With that he span me around and sat me back onto his big black drill rig! Both huge hands held my ass, one side burning like crazy! We wriggled about, until the shaft settled into me, his balls ramming my ass!Mick could now see him sat, his trousers around his ankles. Me on top, ass in the air, occasional sight of the black. He reached up with his mouth only inches away from her wet lips and gently opened her with his fingers. He was soon hungrily licking her and listening to her moans of anguish and interpreting them as signs of pleasure. He eased one of his fingers inside her as he sought out her sweet smelling clit with his tongue. He listened with delight to her moans thinking and mistaking them for orgasms.Since that time a few years back Lucy's dislike of Paul had grown but the dark fantasies kept. ..” “I need to vomit” she half whispered half grunted, I picked her up in my arms, “all right girl, to the bathroom with you” … when I lifted her lightweight body of the ground I saw she was lying on her purse which was open and had a little tiny red thong peeking out of it – just that made my dick harden.We got to the big bathroom and I lowered her down on the floor, she kneeled in front of the toilet holding herself up by the toiled bowl , and tried to vomit, her hair slipped in to the. Finally, she heard the noise and opened the door. Her expression of surprise on seeing me delighted me. We kissed for a long time. As usual, she did not allow me to go further. However, on that day god came to my rescue. She was wearing a t-shirt with the map of the London underground. I pointed out the Southall station (near her stomach) to her and told her that is where I took the underground to Piccadilly (near her breasts). While telling her about it I was touching her there. Her breath was.