“I didn’t mind” he added a second later. Tristen turned her head and looked at him and smiled and laughed. “I bet” she touted him. “I d...dn’t mind earlier when I got a little peep show either” he said with a sly grin on his face. “How long have we been friends” John asked her changing the subject quickly. “I don’t know I guess about four or five years” Tristen added. “Why, do ask?” Tristen said trying to see where he was going with the conversation. “I was just wondering how I never saw. Now I haven't always been black only, after my freshmen year of high school I became curious. I had a white bf at the time who ended up cheating so the timing was perfect. One thing led to another and I was laying down legs open for my first black man. I was not even 17 at the time, I had never had such a huge cock before. Touching it, licking it, stroking him while I kissed it. It felt so natural. When I started sucking on it he made a noise no other guy I dated had. It turned me on so much, I. ”“Not bad. We have regular deliveries to tribes like the fisher village, and a couple of travelling merchants that always take about four hands of bars. We can keep up with that level of users, but we are always running low on oil, because we depend on other tribes that produce oil from plants and nuts.“Have you made any attempt at including seaweed in the soap? And can you use fish oil for soap making?”“Seaweed? How would that help, and is fish oil different in some way from plant oil?. Through half-hooded eyelids, I saw that his boxers had tented, hinting at the nice bulge inside. Crooking my finger, I beckoned him over, but he shook his head, knowing he was in charge. He had asked me to do this, and by agreeing, I had given him control. My head rolled back and I closed my eyes as jolts of pleasure coursed through me as I continually fucked myself. My free hand traveled toward my aching breasts, running over my smooth navel and through the valley of my sweet D’s only to.