C’mon, let’s go over to the old shed and dry off.’ The old shed was the slowly deteriorating remnant of what was once a place to store haying e...uipment during the summer months when these fields were still mown three times a season. They’d discovered it years before as they flitted about on their explorations. Late last summer, they’d begun to speak of it as their special hiding place, a place where they could safely retreat from the wider world. Only one corner of the old shed still stood. "Oh man, oh man." Chuck uttered almost silently!"Oh Bob, yeah guy, do it, do it!" He watched as if something could exploderight at the moment that Bob managed to slide past the end of the chocolatechip dick that was so anxiously waiting for Bob's mouth to encase it.Sammy stood there and offered, but did not force his black stick ofdynamite into, nor down, Bob's throat. He was way too anxious for this manto take his very first dick into his mouth, and for his dick to be the dickthat gets fed. I felt him probing. He pushed himself inside where I wanted him to go along. He did fill me far better than my husband ever did. His rhythmic pump of me made me see stars. All I could think of was my fantasy fulfilled. Two glorious black men fucking me.I took Sal's manhood in my hand and guided it into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat. I enjoyed Sal's comment, "You fucking white cunt! Suck that thing, baby!" I did just that. It started to swell, and I knew the moment had arrived,. When I was 18, I wanted to go to prom and I wanted that blue dress in the dress shop window. I couldnt afford it though. I was inside looking at it and tried it on. The man that ran the store was named Willie. I always thought he was gay but apparently not. As I was admiring myself in the dress he was standing off to the side watching me. The dress was long but fitted. It clung to my curves rather deliciously if I must say so myself. It fit a little snuggly over my full, firm C-cup tits, but.