He panned down from her face to her body and her nipples showed hard and pert poking against the clingy pink satin fabric of her top. Amanda’s hands...were clasped tightly in her lap and her legs were crossed, her black mini skirt hitched up just enough to reveal a strip of pale flesh where her thigh was exposed above the lacy top of her black stockings. Matt continued along her thighs to her knees, then down her calves to her feet in their black stilettos.“My god, you are so fucking gorgeous. It felt wrong and dirty to give my blessing for this big black friend to prey on my mother, but I couldn't think of any good reason to object. And it wasn't like I could stop him now.My life changed after that. I almost barely saw my friend anymore. He would still stop by to play maybe one round of games, cum in my mom's milk, and then say goodbye, but mostly, he was out with my mom. They went to the gym together, she modelled more and more outfits for him. It wasn't unusual to get a text from. Please tell me you at least used a condom." The two of them were silent. Neither could lie convincingly. "Okay, no. No, no, no," she said, and stomped off into her room. A few seconds later, she emerged, holding a little plastic package in her hands, which she thrust into the hands of her mother, who was so taken aback she nearly dropped them. " Start taking these. I have another pack that'll get me through the rest of the month. There are no sugar pills,so just take any of them, once a. He wasn’t the bronzed Adonis I had imagined fucking me but I was in no position to complain. He pulled me towards him and started kissing me. His tongue invaded my mouth. He smelt of stale booze. His hands were all over my body. He squeezed my arse and slid his hand up my legs. Within minutes we were on the bed and he was tearing my dress off. He stopped to pull his trousers down exposing a 6 inch uncut chunky cock. He was hard already and pulled my thong aside. His fingers found my virgin hole.