This is way too much.”Peter interceded. “It’s all right, honey. She told me what you were interested in. Don’t blame her.”The others were lo...king at her very curiously, and Lauren backed down. Then she opened the last package, a slim and flat box from Peter. She tore off the gift paper, opened the box lid, and looked down at a picture frame. It was a silver frame, old-fashioned, with a picture inside of her and Peter. She recognized the photo as one that they had taken while away for their long. No problem; Botilda has gotten both thumbs into me at times. But then he took them back out, and when he returned them, only one went into the pussy; the other started up my ass. I heard a couple of giggles from the class, and I recognized Botilda's gasp. I was ready to object, but then he started pumping those two wonderful fingers in out in out in out fast and hard.I'd let Botilda stick a vibe up my ass once, and while it felt kind of nice, it was no substitute for vaginal action. It had. Bottom Bull’s black cock is almost fully buried in me. I can feel his head almost rubbing against the end of my fuck tunnel. I push back against him. I want him all, so fucking bad. I arch my back more, and push against him as far as I can. Bottom Bull groans. Now he holds my waist by 2 hands. My lover pulls me and starts thrusting harder and deeper. Bottom Bull is now riding me, literally. My new black daddy bites my neck and I moan. A soft moan I never knew I could produce. Only getting. I drove much more slowly than usual, as I tried to keep the car on the road. your tongue and lips worked the head of my blood engorged cock, with the expertise you so well have earned. Your knee comes up and rests against the passenger door. you are no totally exposed to me. your thighs come into view as we pass under a street light. The sight of your naked flesh framed there before me with your dress ridding high on your hips, and the silkiness of your nylons. And the dark outline of your.