Now I am getting fucked by this big black man.Without a warning, I felt a massive tool thrust into me. I screamed and moaned almost simultaneously. As...my reward, my mom forced my face closer to her pussy, so my sounds were muffled. As I was getting fucked, I could hear my mom moaning. I knew it was me licking her pussy."You're a little slut, boy." My mom was telling me. "You shouldn't even be a man. Why do you have a dick? You don't even use it. Tell me how much of a slut you are, you little. Instinct took over and I started working him with my tongue and lips, as my hand worked the shaft.I took it as a challenge to see how much of his 8 inches I could take, and gagged before getting them all. He chuckled, as he pulled me to my feet, to kiss me again. "That takes practice."He went down on me, and it was obvious he had had practice. All the blowjobs from all the women I'd ever gotten were nothing compared to what Chris did. It was ironic: This straight guy could suck my cock, all. Rekha was shocked when her hand touched his cock, and she tried to remove her hand from there, but the security guy immediately put his mouth on her nipples and bit it.This made Rekha to moan and she caught hold of the cock in her hand and started squeezing it. This gave extreme pleasure to the security guy. Rekha removed the cock from his underwear and started giving a gentle rub along the entire length of the cock.. The security guy couldn’t control himself and he wasted no time and removed. Our bed. It's cold now. I have to put Jenny's pillows down the middle to keep the warmth on my side but in the morning, I find a message from Cathy and George Corbyn inviting me round on Saturday evening.Now that really is thoughtful, because Saturdays are the worst evenings when you are alone. It shows understanding. Empathy. On Friday you can think about going to the supermarket and doing the washing. On Sunday you can think about going to work on Monday but on Saturday, it's a sort of oasis.