Jason waved, flagging him down, and he pulled up next to Elizabeth’s Impala.“Jason, my man! How you doing, bro?” Lucas’ baritone voice crowed ...s he got out.Lucas Barton was a solid looking man, who stood at five foot eleven with a slightly thick frame. His dark chocolate skin and tightly packed, short hair spoke volumes of his Congolese heritage. Unlike most men of African American bloodlines, he didn’t have brown or black eyes, but green eyes. He possessed a wide, flat nose like most black. I usually wear panties and a t-shirt to bed unless I’m feeling amorous; it’s my not so subtle signal that I want sex. As I was dosing off, or possibly coming out of a deep sleep, I started to feel something beginning to swell between my legs and press into me. I wriggled up against it and began slowly rocking my hips against the growing bulge. The thin cotton barrier between my moistening pussy and the hardening intruder was all that prevented him from sinking deep into me. His hand slipped. One morning last week, she banged on the wall between our flats, her way of attracting my attention when she needed me for something, and when I went round, she said her shower had stopped working and would I have a look at it for her. It was obvious that she'd been about to take a shower as she was in a dressing gown and I felt my cock involuntarily begin harden in my pants. It was on the short side and wasn't tied properly and I could see more of her shapely legs than I'd ever seen before. Laura knew that Sam would be pleased, and surprised, when he undressed her. Normally, Laura was very prudish, choosing sensible underwear except on the rarest of occasions. Today, however, she had chosen to wear none. Giggling at Sam’s obvious approval, Laura twirled slowly around, letting Sam drink in her beautiful, naked body with his eyes. Soon enough though, the rest of Sam wanted to savor the treat his eyes were already getting. Sam hungrily pulled Laura to him once more, kissing her with.
Read MoreRelated Videos
