He was sure that everything would be fine.I didn't find out until much later that he was all torn up inside about me going. He didn't want me to go, b...t he also didn't want to keep me from doing something that I wanted to do. He'd always supported any and every silly thing I wanted to try. So even though he was literally sick about it, he just said sure.Thinking back on it, I missed a lot of things. As the day we would leave drew closer, I got more excited. Glenda, Mary, and I chatted. He cried out louder than he had ever done before during an orgasm, and every yell corresponded to a huge eruption of semen, each one going straight into Giselle’s open mouth. It was as if each enormous spurt was a challenge to her, to swallow the increasing and massive quantity semen he was shooting in her mouth. Giselle was strong enough to meet the challenge. She grabbed her African man with both her hands and stared him directly in the eyes, determined to keep up with the tremendous pace and. He would even send me pictures back. I have one that I will always treasure. It’s a picture of me, on his tablet, with his lovely penis on top, dripping with cum... It still makes me excited to know that those pictures made him cum. Now here's the big reveal because this was just the beginning of my existence, but the moment I truly started to exist, truly started to live. Was the first time I had sex... Yes, when all this started me and my other half, we were still virgins... At 22 I had never. Her moans became longer, followed by gasps and shudders.My chin and cheeks were wet, her juices covering my beard and mustache as Mallory began to buck.“Cum for me, baby. Cum on me,” I said, looking up at her.It started with a low wail, and then she was pressing herself right over my mouth while pushing my head into her pussy. It was harder to hold on as she began rocking, but we rode the wave of her standing orgasm until she lifted herself from my face and looked down unsteadily.“Oh my fucking.