”“That will make me feel worse,” she complained. “Let me count you down and I’ll at least have accomplished something.”“You’re so good...to me,” Brad cooed. Although he would never have insisted, neither was he going to object.“Okay, here we go. Ten!” she began, relaxing and taking a deep breath. “Nine.” Her hand gently spread her pussy open. “Just so you know how turned on you got me.”His eyes stared at her delicious flesh, his tongue licking his lips. How he wished he could bury his face. It wasn’t long until her breaths were coming in short gasps. He glanced around and then said, “Cum for me darling!”She ran her hand down the bulge in his pants, “I want to touch you first baby.”“Later honey, in my book I pleasure the woman first.”Her eyes ablaze with lust, she held onto him; their movements synchronized like a well oiled machine. She then kissed him hard, and shook like a train about to be derailed.He held her tight backing in the afterglow, wanting that moment to last forever.. When we returned home, my friend asked his parents if we could have a sleepover. NOOO!! I remember telling my buddy I couldn’t as my mom and I were leaving early in the morning to go visit family. It was a lie but there was no way staying there. I rode my bike home like the wind. I came into the house and called for my mom; I was like a horny dog ready to hump a leg. She called out from the family room. I entered and she was sitting there, fully dressed. I don’t know why but in my. And I came, again.We both discovered that night that any mention or thought of Rachael having a Black baby made us both cum. Instantly! Four orgasms later I can’t even get hard anymore, I’m done! Rachael tried playing with me, sucking, you name it, my dick wa, my clit was dead. Then she took my hand and put it on her belly and said, “Black baby” and the dead returned to life. More embarrassment. The good thing was, it worked both ways, all I had to do during sex was say Black baby and she’d.