The next morning Vickie woke to Frank's snoring. She could not go back to sleep and was feeling frisky. She wanted to get fucked badly, so she pulled...the sheet off of Frank to reveal his flaccid dick. She sat there on the bed and just looked at it. Even soft, Frank had an impressive tool. The shaft was thick and attached to his body surrounded by a nest of thick, black pubic hair, his heavy balls hung low between his legs and hung all the way to the mattress. She reached out and grabbed it. With a foot on each side of Roxanne's ass, Jack used his thumb to push his shaft downward. From the squatting position, he entered her from behind once again.Now, his head was next to hers while he stroked his root in and out of the smoking slut. Caught up in the naughtiness of it all, she flicked her ash and brought the cigarette to her lips again. Jack watched intently. His smoking dreams and fantasies were happening just inches away. In that moment, he controlled his own breathing and. His body was tighten against mine and I couldn't help, but I turned on by how well my breasts fit under his massive chest. He was kissing my lips passionately and his hands were on my breast rubbing them gently. I was really double minded at that time, that what should I do? I was feeling this rush of sexual tension like I never felt in my life but at the same time I knew it is wrong. Initially I resisted but it was surprisingly feeling good. I tried to pull back but the empowering embrace made. Around three AM I asked her a stupid question thinking about my x-boyfriend. “Don’t you think that the guy should supply the condoms? I mean if he wants to have sex shouldn’t he be the one buying them?” “OMG Amanda! I don’t want to hear that! GROSS! I don’t want that image in my head!” “What? Wait…I’m confused! What image?”“You know, the image of you with some guy” she wrote. “ohhhhhh!!!!” I laughed out loud. “Would you rather the image of me having sex with some girl?” I asked her.