“Do you like Black Pussy?”I quickly apologized and explained that I had bought the shirt not knowing who the group was and because I liked what it...said.Sheila smiled.“So, do you like Black Pussy?” she pressed.I stayed quiet for a second. No matter how I answered the question, I knew there would be a follow up question.“I like all types of pussy,” I mumbled.“But mostly black pussy?” Sheila pressed. She knew I was in an uncomfortable position and I think she was enjoying the uncomfortableness I. I sat next to her and kissed her and told her not to stop masturbating as I was enjoying the view. After a minute Patricia told me she needed me inside her so I positioned myself between her legs and she raised her feet and put them over my shoulder, raising her buttock so I could see her fabulous pussy open before me and her anus, a view she knew I loved. I teased her pussy with my erect cock. She grabbed it and guided it into her entrance with a gasp. I started to thrust slow and then. When it was warm out we would sometimes get naked and play pee games then run thru the sprinkler to rinse off. As we got a little older we learned how to make each other feel extra good with fingers and mouths but I always remembered what I could NOT do.When my periods arrived, mom put me on birth control and showed me a good video. I recognized some of the stuff on it and told my mom what I had done. She listened and asked me some questions and gave me some advice about being careful who I. "What's wrong with you? Don't you know Alex here just lost his girlfriend!" Sam turned to Alex. "AND YOU! You sullying that poor girl's memory!" That last part brought some laughter from everyone."What?" Sam was getting furious."Well Sam it's just that, well the girl you pulled from me is the girlfriend that had died in the car crash. I brought her back." T-that's impossible..." Sam was watching everyone carefully as they all grew silent."Why did you tell him our secret?" I heard a voice from.