It is a chilly afternoon, and a thin drizzle is falling, turning theheavily-trodden grass to treacherous mud. We keep warm by chasing thedog - which ...trongly appreciates the game - around the park. Inevitably,we slip and slide and both of us fall over several times. When weeventually stop, panting and laughing, both of us - and our clothes - areliberally streaked with mud."Thank God for washing machines," says Charles. I know from experiencethat his mother does not mind rough play, and. Like my pussykitty. Isn’t she so soft and wet and juicy?”“Oh, yes,” he groaned, breathless, sweat beading his ebony forehead.“And doesn’t your cock just ache to feed my pussykitty? To slide that big, ebony shaft into me? I looooove ebony shafts. They’re so big. They stretch me sooooo open.”“Holy shit.”“Come on,” I purred, my fingers reaching down, unzipping his fly.“Shit, here?” His fingers ripped out of my pussy. “No, no, go to the bathroom at the back of the plane.”“Bathroom?” I frowned.. The three of us stopped and Jack turned us all toward the door. He opened the door with the three of us standing there. Sam was standing there with another couple. I stared at the couple, as they were a black couple. I am not racist or anything it was just there was not too many blacks who lived in our parts back then. Come on in, Jack said to them ushering them all into the villa. The black couple came walking into the villa. The black woman was very lovely. She was short maybe just barely 5. I really loved how much she liked to stop and keep it in her throat as long as she could. The feeling of her throat tightening around the head and shaft when she would gag was out of this world. I didn’t have to hold her down to achieve that she just did it herself! MK stood up and kneeled on the couch straddling me. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it back and forth across her pussy. I held it still as she began to sit down on it. MK smiled as my big cock filled her inside. Slowly she rose up.