If he doesn't take the initiative, you need to. In a couple of hours he's probably going to be suffering some painful blue balls, since you didn't do ...our part and help him blow a morning load or two." I know." Susan was wringing her hands, not doing any actual kitchen-work. "And what will he do for relief? It's going to bother me all day. But what was I supposed to do with Angel right there?"Suzanne shrugged. "I don't see what the problem is." What? How can you say that? Need I remind you what. It was like telling a drunk how to walk.I really didnt want to lose the feeling of his tight as gripping my dick, but I eased back, then slowly forward.I started a slow but steady rhythm and from the sounds Ronni was making, i was doing okay.Gradually I built up into an , if not wild bucking, then a firm hard jog, and my host seemed mightily pleased. Then he flattened out.It caught me unawares, in mid reverse thrust so that i popped out of him and in thrusting forward crunched into his ass. A dozen of the boxes later, and the job was done. Between lifting trips, I looked over at her. Very dark skin, almost blue-black, like folks from Senegal have. Dark black hair, in a long braid, coiled around her head. Lightly made up. Full breasts (I hoped), but concealed under a woman’s business suit and blouse. Dark grey wool skirt. Dark stockings or pantyhose. Dark shoes, with modest heels. Earrings, a necklace of thin gold, but no wedding ring. After the last box was placed, I went up to. With each thrust she let out a cry of pleasure. "Oh my- Keep going baby. I'm going to- I'm going to-" she was climbing to her orgasm. Then forced one deep thrust and she screamed in orgasm. Her whole body was quivering, the insides of her pussy were contracting, and a jet of vaginal juice leaked. Without warning I resumed fucking her. She began to cry for more, to fuck harder. "Harder!" I could feel my orgasm coming "Kim, I'm going to cum." She replied "It's okay, I'm on the pill." I was.