."I stopped singing, but continued to play the notes on the piano, tryingto hold back the tears. Finally, everything became too overwhelming and Ijust...started sobbing, as I got up and ran out as fast as my idiotically-high heels and short dress would let me. I ran straight out of thebuilding and back into the parking lot, where the limo was still sittingwith the back door open, running into the back seat and slamming the doorbehind me.I buried my head in my hands and wanted to be anywhere but. The man on the bottom didn't say anything, but I knew he was enjoying that kind of action as much as either Betsy or I was. We were ready to begin the actual fucking. I leaned forward and placed my hands on Betsy's shoulders so I would be able to apply leverage with them when I drove my shaft into her. Sam put his hands on her hips for the same reason. I slowly withdrew until just the head of my cock was still inside, stayed like that while I added more of the Aqua lube, and thrust back into. For years until my late 30's I never even found White guys attractive. Then once I went to a Fisting Party. I had gotten into Fisting but, among Black Guy Men it was very secret. (especially in the South!) So, I went to this Fisting Party and there were all Black guys there (about 10 guys) and then the last two brothers came in later and they brought two White dudes. I didn't think anything one way or the other. I was taking a rest from FISTING, FUCKING and SUCKING this FINE-ASSED brother and. You didn't get some perfume, did you?" Hardly, but I was thinking the same thing. When I hold you, your body seems to radiate heat. When you trembled a few moments ago, it sent a delicious flutter up my spine. Do you suppose that was an orgasm?" she chuckled.They were comfortable with each other. They had totally confided in each other early on, so they were very relaxed talking about this sort of stuff. Since they had commonly slept together they had even advanced to some pretty sensuous.