One night while she sat atop George she decided to pry further. “You really like the idea of a black man fucking your white wife don’t you?”Geor...e moaned, “I know it shouldn’t be taboo in this day but the idea of a black man fucking you, the contrast against your pale skin, it does something.”Abbey slowly gyrated, grinding against him. “Tell me your fantasy, please.”George reached up and wrapped his hands around her waist. “I image a black man going down on you, his head between your thighs as. “Stace ... I-I think I like girls.”“You think, huh?” Stacey couldn’t keep the breathy tone out of her voice, and hearing it made Mercedes squirm. She drew closer, arms resting on Mercedes’ shoulders. “Then we’d better do more experimenting. Like, now.”“H-Hold on a second!” Mercedes squealed. She put a hand to Stacey’s chest to hold her back ... but instinct put it onto Stacey’s chest, fingers sinking into her breast. She wanted to touch her, both consciously and subconsciously. Yet... “I. Over the weekend we watched the videos again and again and had sex a number of times. Catherine's orgasms were more intense than they'd ever been, aided by her thoughts of the torrid scenes she'd watched.Over the next few days, we discussed how she had been turned on so much by the black-on-white sex. She admitted that it had been a fantasy of hers even before I brought home the videos. I asked her if she had actually considered having sex with a black man and, to my astonishment, she said she. I played with her lip-ring and found that my fingers are on fire with the heat from her sex. I circled her vagina entrance with my middle finger and slowly inserted it into her pussy. She pushed her ass back at my hand, looking for a cock."In the top drawer," mumbled Isobel into the wet pussy of Amanda. In a flash, I opened the desk drawer and found a strap-on dildo. More surprises from this stranger I've known for a few years. Puzzling to fit the contraption on, I eventually figured it out..