It's hard to be fucked by a woman bigger than yourself. Plus, I just like how I can more easily handle the body of a smaller woman. I don't mean in a ...omineering sense, but in the sense of just making her and myself feel really good when I can handle her body in certain ways.Anyways, her name was Ts Dominique. We had met off of eros. We did a lot of E-mail and talking on the phone. What she liked most about me was that I wasn't that much older (by 10 years) white man. She told me she had fucked. "And you are a big part of why I'm so happy. Andy and I have come up with an exciting theme to our party this Saturday." "Oh, dear, what are we going to be doing? Masquerade, Come as You Are, what?" Michelle smiled a mischievous smile before answering, breaking out into the giggles. "Oh, Zach, you'll love this. It's a Pajama Party!" Zach's mouth was agape. Oh, the perfect theme for three people in varying degrees of sexual togetherness. "Oh, Michelle, we should see some interesting outfits.". You like?”“Like? I love it! So, what. Exactly go you have in mind for me?”“You’ll see soon enough! Why don’t you get comfy?” she replied, pushing me down onto my sofa.Sara, walked up to me, her thong at eye level. Putting her hands on the back of my head, she pulled me toward her fabric covered mound. I allowed myself to be drawn toward the damp black material. I kissed the fabric, enjoying the faint scent of perfume and pussy.“Why don’t you take them off?” Sara asked. “You can even keep them.. She watched the blood flow and color appear where she worked.Feeling the deep massage made her think about the way he had touched her. Reaching for her breasts, her hands pushed hard into them squeezing and rubbing her flat palms encompassing the entirety of each until they hurt. She thought about the touch. There wasn't a place on her body that didn't respond to a firm grip. Reaching again for her legs, from the ankles to the thighs, she massaged the color of rose into them. Thinking about his.