"Me: No, I would love it. Why do you think it would kill me?Her: You think it wouldn't bother you to watch a guy with a big cock fuck me? Or to watch...me having orgasms on his BBC? Black guys fuck hard, and I would be screaming, cumming, and he would fuck me however he wanted. It would kill you!"Me: No. I want you to be happy, and experience a BBC. I think you would love it.Her: "I would love it."Me: It would be so easy to find a guy with a BBC to fuck you. You are so beautiful, guys would. We both liked to fantasize and masturbate. It adds to the time when we are actually fucking. And yes, as I am sure she was thinking of Jerry, I would think back on the bikini bottom that day. Mel surely was thinking of a nice young hard cock shooting a large string of cum as much as I was thinking of a young tender fresh pussy ready to be discovered. In fact, as most men, I would have been satisfied to just see what the scent was. It is just one of the things that dives us. Anyway it was about. When she disappeared I took some tolls and made a narrow hole at the edge of the bathroom door. I was satisfied at my job and waited for the next day. In the next day when I returned from the office, she arranged mu lunch and entered the bathroom to bath.After 3 minutes I stopped eating and peeped through the hole. I could clearly see the scene. She unzipped the zipper from back of her kamiz and put off, there was a Neema inside. But she didn’t remove it. Happy opened the shower and began to. ." What? Tell me..."She cautiously whispered, "I wanna try - and climax, I think - I need - your help..." Emmy, I'll do whatever you ask me. Anything." This feels - SO good..."I felt my fingers nuzzle against Emmy's slippery clit, and it seemed to glide in a way between my fingertips that made her visibly shiver.Emmy spoke in a heightened urgency, "Oh Michael - Yes..."And then Emmy, shivered again, but it was dramatic and powerful.When her spasm subsided, she moved a little and got up on her.