"Alright, up to mountain pose." She moved her left hand down my side until it was on my left hip. With a hand on each of my hips, she stood close be...ind me as I transitioned into mountain pose and I felt her breath on the nape of my neck. "Good. Now focus on your core muscles, this isn't a pose for resting.' She moved her right hand to my stomach with her pinky resting on top of edge of the waistband of my pants and her left hand went to by lower back and her index finger was on the top of. She hadn't dressed. She seemed to have forgotten she was still in bra and panties. Mrs Jones was what you would call average. She was about 5 foot 8; not fat, not slim.; greying blonde bob haircut; women didn't dye their hair back then. I liked her because she was always kind to me, but I had never seen her as attractive or anything. I was just a teenager! Now, seeing her in underwear; black underwear; I started to look at her differently.Turns out, Mr and Mrs Jones were actually getting a. We French kissed, burying our tongues deep into each other’s mouths. Her squirming underneath me got stronger, but I had a firm grip on her wrists. I held her tight, making her wait till I felt ready. Her voice was hoarse and I saw the pleading in her eyes. It said please do me, fuck me, make me cum. I loved the feeling of the power I had over her, to touch her meant letting go of at least one wrist. I didn’t want to give up the feeling just yet, so leaned on my elbows and pressed my knees. I was a male. I had fucked women. But I had been put on my hands and knees and was being roughly fucked up the ass by this dominant young black stud. The sight I saw in the mirror was almost obscene. I was mounted by this black stud, full of his cock, but I could see my own cock, rock hard, bouncing beneath me as Jay began to hump me. I groaned in pleasure as his thick shaft brutally rammed against my prostate and moved deeper into me.Jay hauled his cock back out of me, making me moan with the.