Then sometimes she would sit on the sofa with her legs slightly apart and you could see her lovely trimmed pussy pushing against tight panties. Which ... thought meant she had a boy who did not know quite how to find stuff yet as she gave him a clear path.The other morning my wife had left for work early, I was off for the weekend and I came down the hall to the kitchen, after a night of hot sex which Jacqueline, (Jake for short) must have heard. We thought she was out but must have come in. She was a perfect Italian beauty. She had olive skin, black hair, and the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. Oh yeah, there was also her smile. When she smiled, the whole world seemed a better place.When she entered a room, it usually got quiet and all eyes followed her. People just fell all over themselves trying to get to know her, and Mr. Jonathon Huntington Smyth was no exception. He walked right up to our group and introduced himself by name not as Judith's husband. Angela and I both. Step on him? Me?I would kill him. I was 250+ pounds at the time, still wearing tracksuits on purpose, still trying to find myself, still talking to horny little internet boys my age trying to meet up and fuck, running around AFF like a moron and hooking up for WACK sex....And some random dude wanted me to STEP on him.Was this a thing?Oh I was definitely a sweet summer c***d who knew nothing about the full range of kinks in this world, let alone those attached to BBWs and BLACK BBWs. There were. Every one of your intensifying and brazen actions implore me for more and more. I can think of nothing other than answering your call. Consequences have been left far back down the road we started on the moment we entered the room, seemingly never to come within reach again. My lips fall upon yours, mingling my hungry groans with your quickening moans, before I raise my head back up, locking my hands at sides of your head. My back arches, accentuating every thrust. Open your eyes. What do you.