I start to really deep throat him as I feel his hand moving my hair so he can see my eyes, my hand is rubbing his tight heavy balls. After almost gagg...ng on his shaft I pull away and start to slap his cock around my face, he loves to watch that. I stop and lean back, my pleated skirt has ridden right up around my waist and my freshly shaven puffy pussy is on show. His eyes widden at the sight of it."My god you shaved it clean" you want the full experience don't you?" I smile " look whats else I. "Yeah, and you're the one whose always telling me to call a spade a spade," Jean countered.I sat on a fallen tree and looked back into the ravine. Jean sat beside me her elbows on her knees, cupping her chin. For a few moments the noisy jays made the only sound to be heard.Not looking at her, I continued, "Well, whatever we call this rose -- or this spade -- that fact is that I keep thinking about you... about us." Cut to the chase, boy. You mean us doin' it, don't you?"Drawing back and. “stereotypical, booty, loving black guy he is…. and yes, he certainly is blessed with an explosive ejaculation, that's something you need to get used to, men love shooting their goo at an attractive target…..face, tits, arse, feet, stomach, you name it I've had it cummed on.“ Oh My God!, is it wrong that I'm getting excited?”, I sheepishly asked before we both giggled.“ No, I would be more concerned if you weren't getting excited, you can't last long in this business if you don’t enjoy all. ....." hesaid seeming more perplexed than annoyed.I went to sleep chuckling about the whole incident. That night I had astrange dream. Sandy kept coming in it and asking me to somehowarrange to marry 'Alaka'. My mother would keep coming and asking meabout what sort of a girl Alaka was and I was confused whether to keepit a secret from her that Alaka was a boy. I was thankful it was all adream when I woke up because it had all seemed so real.After the vacation was over and college resumed, at.