Then i hold his cock wanking it up and down, licking his balls and his arse. I can see an old man feel too excited and it makes me more excited upon l...oking him how he feels. An old man told me ohh girl your so nice, ohh yes , yes good, yes girl ohh yes as he is moaning and don't know what to do' He told me i love it girl c'mon make me happy. I want to flow all my spunk in your face down to your throat and then taste it. So in order for me to make him cum i wank his cock again and again.. It felt like I was standing onmy toes with the tips of my feet shoved in some hard shoes. I would haveliked to believe that was the case, but there was no mistaking that Ihad four long, knobby legs and at the end of each one was a black hoof.My trembling eyes ran from my slender hands holding up the large softbreasts with their fat slipping out around the edges of my fingers, downmy supple waist and on to the big rump, the tail flopping back andforth."Cynthia," the voice to my right tried to. "You do want to get fucked, don't you, Daddy?"The shame he'd had yesterday was totally gone from my son. He was proud of his status as a cock sucker and faggot. He didn't even mind that his girlfriend was witnessing all this... well kind of witnessing... she had a mouthful of black cock blocking her view.I'd lost my shame, too. I loved BBC. I loved sucking cock, and after watching my son take it in his ass, I wanted that too. And at least within the safety of this exclusive crowd, I was proud. In the pecking order his job title was senior to theirs. He was the assistant plant manager while they had titles which were a little more nebulous. If there was a certified smelly arm pit in the country, this was it. Situated about as far North in the U.S. as you could be without being in Canada, it was a decrepit, aged, dirty, dying old town which hadn’t even gotten around to upgrading its ‘ESSO’ signs at the gas station he often stopped at. It had one fast food restaurant. Past that there.