The idea of me submitting, yielding myself to a large, powerful black man had a primal hold upon me. It felt instinctive. I imagined how safe I would ...eel with a masculine, muscular black man. The thought of giving myself to a black man and being submissive to him was so erotic! Sometimes I would see a white woman with a black man and I could just tell that she is totally submissive to him. Nice! I was turned on by the idea of submitting myself completely, sexually. The thought of being a white. I gave him a kiss and told him that I think after a night of drinking this is the last thing we should be doing... and I went and slept on the couch. When the morning came I groggily woke up and thought to myself with relief it was all just a dream. But when I opened my eyes to see I was on the couch and then looked down and noticed that I was wearing nothing but some lacy panties I panicked. I didn't know what he would be feeling now that the alcohol was out of his system. Would it be. James took a tight grip on Tara’s hips and craned his neck to watch. I grabbed her face in both hands again and pulled her mouth off my cock. She was moaning, “Fuck me, daddy,” when I exploded. It was a like a coffee mug’s worth of cum shot in her mouth, which was still right in front of my dick. Her eyes screwed tight and she choked and sputtered as she swallowed what she could, but six more thick, gooey shots were leaping out of my cockhead and hitting her in the face. Tara could only. " Crissy was looking at this young man for the first time like this, she never realized how muscular he was and certainly didn't know how big he was. "you didn't' answer my question Mom, you like this?" stroking it more as he stepped towards her. Kevin could see her nipples getting hard through her silky blouse and he knew she was weakening she just didn't know it yet.. as he stepped toward her alittle more. Crissy was beginning to feel alittle flushed, this wasn't right he shouldn't be.