My hands moved from massaging her breasts to her stomach area completely unbuttoning her shirt and slide down to her inner thighs and crotch. Wasting ...o time in rubbing my palm against her pussy which wanted to be touched. Her butt was moving in the couch as I rubbed my plan and gave pressure at the clit area which was the lower end of the zipper. 10 full minutes gone by and we were feeling hot, her pussy wet, my dick was hard with pre-cum. I got up, stood in front of her and removed my. Hazel put her hand on my chest and ordered, “You're not leaving yet, Chad. I've been telling these girls about you and they don't believe me.” She gave a good shove and I stepped back, hit the couch, and sat down. When I tried to rise I had women all over me, one holding my face between her boobs and another digging at my fly and two more pulling my pants down. One of them said, “It is pretty big, and it's still soft.” Another noted, “ Yeah, but look how nice and clean and smooth it looks,. She was an amazing woman, perhaps ten years senior to him, but his eyes only saw the woman underneath what the public was allowed to see. No matter how the public might see this generous woman, they didn’t know the beginning of her generous nature or love for people that knew no boundaries of race, station in society, or any other cataloging people used. He often thought back to that night when her husband tracked him down and asked him to look after her because he was dying. His soul melted as. I quickly found that I was not in the mood for white on white porn. So I gave in and switched to black guy/white woman, something I rarely watched. Surprisingly I was into it, but found myself staring at the guy's cock and feeling a sense of disappointment that I hadn't gotten to see the black guy's cock from earlier. Which (of course!) got me thinking about the scene again. So that's where I'm at. Laying in bed, hard cock, completely over porn.I try ignoring my cock going to bed, but no luck.