She was fucking me how I imaginged every black woman would. I looked around every now and then to make sure no one was disgusted or watching us. Every...ne was to focused on their own grinding so we were in the clear. My hands went back to her breasts as she was grinding with my dick in her pussy and I didn't care if anyone noticed. I grabbed handfuls of her tits and squeezed them and moved them in circles. She didn't stop me, instead she turned her head once again and we kissed once again.. I bend over and put the head to my entrance, slowly applying pressure and trying to relax my sphincter.In and out, ever deeper, until finally I have accepted the whole thing as my ass clamps on the narrow diameter at the end. Standing upright and walking to the bed, I enjoy the full sensation. Every movement increases the sensation. Awkwardly, I walk over to the bed, attaching snap hooks to all 4 corners. Sitting on the bed, I enjoy the extra pressure applied to my plug, nearly moaning out loud. I was used to the Mystical appearance of the jungle at night. But for a couple of these city slickers, at night (early morning) in the jungle, fear and panic was created. Darkness with reflections of twisting logs that protruded from the water like a monsters arm. With winds that gusted and wailed a mournful sound as it swirled through the bare tree tops. Leaves that rustled across the islands like creatures scampering about. The bite of the cold breeze that nipped at your ears lobes till they. I got a breakfast biscuit with all the cholesterol included. It was really quite good. Not as good as the Hardee's at home, but the biscuit did taste like a biscuit. Now if I could do something about that awful restaurant coffee. I was convinced that it was made with the coffee sweptings from the floor at the end of every blending shift.A coffee thermos and a cigarette lighter plug in heater was in my future, I could tell. I would have to stop by the local department store where the coffee.