The skirt though had ridden up and I could just about make out her crotch. I told her it wasn’t always like that but she just needed to calm down an... take things as they happen. She looked at me and burst into tears. I got up and sat next to her and put my arm around her and she nestled into my chest crying. I had known since she was born. She stopped crying and looked up at me. Her tears had soaked onto my shirt making it go slightly see through. She was embarrassed and started to panic and. After several minutes of intense fucking, he pulled out, sliding it between her labia and up over her clit. “Are you gonna cum?” she asked. “Are you gonna shoot it on my belly so I can watch?” “Not yet.” he panted. “Turn over on your belly.” “What?” she said, surprised. “On my belly?” “Yeah.” he said, helping her roll over, on hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. He moved her legs aside as he knelt between them, then pulled her hips upward. “Spread your knees wide apart,. My lover pushes my legs wider with his knees, and grasps my hips in his hands. So unfair – I love the animal aspects of doing it from behind. The feel of him holding me firmly like that, readying for coupling, gets my motor running even for ‘vanilla’ sex. I know he’s using it for this taboo game on purpose, pushing me to play deeper into the perverted fantasy. I imagine the hands at my hips being of those other men. I moan as the head of his prick presses against my pussy lips, and shudder as. No surprise that I spent most of the time walking around in loose slacks to hide my hard-ons.OK, back to the story. I'm sorry this is taking so long, but I wanted you to understand what was going on.So I'm on the couch, eyes closed, in my sweats. The four women walk in and Julia wakes me by shushing everyone.Now, I suppose I should have gotten up then. Only polite, right? But when you're a young black man in the South, you learn not to make sudden moves around white people. Or maybe I was just.