They're Negroes." You don't say. In good old La Mesa. I can't say that I'm surprised." I don't understand." Leslie, how much do you know about Negroes..." Not a lot. I used to like to listen to some of their songs on the radio. James Brown had some good songs and so did The Supremes. But my father told me he didn't want me listening to any of that jungle music in his house. There was no way I could buy any of their records. I wouldn't be able to listen to them."Did your father like Benny Goodman. Also in a skimpy bathing suit, my guest had a fantastic figure, I’m guessing some full 32C’s, tiny little waist and a juicy ass that I couldn’t help notice when she strolled away from me taking her potty break. I’m all about my man, but I have noticed, whether a man’s or a woman’s, I always seem to notice nice firm ass cheeks. I had this almost uncontrollable desire to reach over and squeeze hers as she had bent over to reach into the cooler. Cider in hand, she laid on the blanket on her belly. Things that a brother and sister should never do!" As she spoke, she was pulling my frock up, exposing first my legs, then my briefs. She worked the material up and reached into my shorts and pulled my cock free. Cindy continued with her sinful litany, "I dream of taking his big, thick, 9 inch cock into my tender, young pussy. I imagine him opening me up, his thickness stretching me, his cock sliding deep into my tight channel." As she spoke, she rubbed my cock head up and down her moist, hot. "Having said that, Lisa grabbed the hem of her top, pulled it over her head, and tossed it on the seat beside her. Her tits were absolutely perfect and they didn't go unnoticed by the other guys."You have beautiful breasts, Lisa." Thanks, Sweetie," she said with a giggle. "They were worth every penny."I was curious about her comment, but I just assumed that she had undergone a boob-job. As we fondled each other for a few minutes, I knew that I was dangerously close to the edge."Lisa ... I'm.