I want this to be my time and you to be my first.” Mandy was shaking as she held out her hands to me. How could I, or any red blooded guy, refuse su...h a plea from the beautiful creature lying before me. I took her hands and crawled into bed next to her. I turned the lamp off but left the bathroom light on. The light coming from the bathroom gave Mandy a beautifully soft glow. Mandy cuddled up to me and we kissed. Softly at first, the kiss slowly built in passion. When we broke our kiss, I slid. Tonight was the night ! His once-every-two-months visit to Mistress Kelli. Mistress Kelli was a young single mother who lived on the local council estate. At about 24 she was a lovely dark, powerful West Indian woman. In 10 or 15 years she would probably run to fat, but at the moment she was at the very peak of feminine sexuality. Young black women seemed, James mused, to be naturally dominant. Confidence, indeed arrogance, seemed to define them from a very early age. James could certainly. Fully hard Nick was about 6 inches and once he had stepped out of his jeans, I immediately took the entirety of his semi in my mouth. I heard a satisfying moan escape his mouth as my lips made their way all the way back up his shaft. I dipped my head again on his cock, feeling the soft shaft against my tongue. I began to fill with excitement as I felt his cock fill up completely and press against the back of my throat. I took my mouth off his cock and stood up, happy to see that while I was. “What the hell is going on?” Lou bellowed. He looked up to find an army pistol pointed at his face. “You robbed a stage,” the big man said, “I’m here to take you back.”“Robbed the sta…” Lou looked at the man incredulously, “You tracked me here?” His mind tried to come up with a reasonable explanation.“Sort of,” came the stoic reply.“But, the storm,” Lou was frantic now. What kind of man could track him through a storm like that? Not only track him, but gain time as well! “Who are you?” Lou.