"Dat's what I thought, white boy. That's what you white pussies are good for. Y'all good to clean up a niggas' sweat." He said, loudly."And, that's ex...ctly what you're gonna do from now on, boy. Gots that?" He ripped."It's the way dis' shit is." He threatened."Y-Yes, S-Sir." I quivered.It was traumatic for me. The young black stud had made me clean his bare feet of his own sweat and saliva. Then, he stood up and pointed to the wooden bench for me to wipe the leftover sweat off the bench left by. I moved my head, which had been buried in her freshly washed hair, and kissed her. Immediately she responded, as if she'd just been waiting for me to come to terms with everything. My kiss was initially tender but it soon became very obvious that Teresa wanted passion; so passion I gave her. Our tongues duelled, sought places to explore, and tasted the other, before starting the cycle again. My fingers roamed her back, feeling the contours as if my life depended on memorising them.Our kiss went. He kissed her softly on the neck, then nibbled her ear and she giggled. ‘I had no idea how horny I was until you and I got together,’ he added. ‘Ever since then, I’ve got this thing all the time.’ He moved his hips. The action caused his penis to slide into the cleft between Gail’s buttocks. She was startled to discover that having his erection sliding between her buttocks was almost as stimulating as having it sliding in and out of her vagina. John found what he was doing just as exciting as. I saw her biting her lover lip and her eyes widen. Obviously it must have hurt but she liked it. And I liked it. I liked the idea that I was just finger fucking my mummy’s asshole in public- well in fact it was only mum, I and the taxi driver but we were driving though Manhattan and there you really are never alone on the streets. So my exhibitionistic fetish side got satisfied. I think mum had some side like that too, because the more I moved my finger and the deeper I entered into her, the.