The Passion and Desire.its a warm night its almost 11pm its dark and the stars are out, we walk between the street lamps from light to shadow along th... harbour my hand still caressing your ass feeling the movement of the cheeks beneath the fabric of the skirt knowing that your panties are already off and in my pocket.I can wait no longer and grab you, spin you around to face me, we are alone in a pool of light cast from the street lamp above and shadow all around not knowing if anyone is there.. Sam was still upset that he had a crush on someone he shouldnot had. It made him feel weird when he thought about those unnaturalurges and desires he had."Rick is doing great. He has a great lady. It is a little hard for usto hang out that often for he spends all his free time with her andit is hard for me to be the third wheel. Then it is hard for us tohang out when he was single for he pined on about Sammy." I am sorry.."Sam did not want to talk about the past. It was hurtful to Hermie. I registered an account and read voraciously through the posts.One poster specifically caught my eye. His name was Blake, and he lived only a few hours drive from Kathy and I. He was an older man in his 50s who preferred cuckolding younger, white husbands with their young wives. Furthermore, to both my shocking discomfort and and excited interest, he was black. Surprisingly, I found both the interracial taboo of the act and the idea of an older man enjoying young, beautiful wives to be. Without breaking our kiss, she then reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, which was now as hard as nails. “I think there is probably some strawberry left down there,” she said softly as she fondled my penis and my balls. “Would this big guy like to have a taste?” I needed to fuck, so I rolled on top of Helena as she spread he legs, and I began to rub the head of my dick against the wet entrance to her pussy. While I really wanted to take it slow to enjoy every moment, my cock head.