Par usko kya hoogaya tha pata nahi, saali wo to cooperate hi nahi kar rahi thi par maine itna jyada smooch and tongue kiss karnae laga ki kya bataoo�... saali ne mujhe daant vee kaatlee paar mai choornae bala kaha tha mai karta raha aaur wo ve jaawan thi aaur vigra ka naasa uss par bhi tha aaur use vi emotion aur chut ki bhook and pyash k mare coprate karna pada. Mai kiss karte-karte uske boobs daba raha tha joor joor se. Mai dhere se uske bra ka hoonk khol dia aaur bra ko feek diya side me. Usske. "Maria moves my hand to the incision on my side and corrects my faulty impression, "Jens feel again and tell me what you feel."I begin to feel around and son of a bitch they are right! I feel something like a long cylinder with rounded ends and begin to bitch, "What the fuck is this and what did they do to me?"Maria answers, "Jens I have no idea what it is. It could be some sort of tracking device or..."She stops talking, I look at her and question, "Or what?"Maria gulps and I see fear on her. Never been to the city, never rode a city transit bus. It just wasnt the new job that was exciting, i was also the environment. Brian and I met only a couple weeks of me starting my new job, Ive never dated, kissed or touched a black man. Of course ive heard the stories that black men were larger than the average man, wasnt a total believer though. Within the first day of talking to Brian, he asked me to go back to his apartment with him, of course I said no, walked away, had to intentions of. Of course the experts among us will say, 'Mariel your a sex addict, and you need help', to which I would reply, 'Why not keep your opinions to yourself, and just put your tongue between my legs, put it to better use'.I remember waking up very horny one morning and within minutes started touching myself. I was just getting into my stride when the gate leading to my front door clanged. I jumped, as it had surprised me, and I made my way to my bay-window and was immediately confronted by my.