The weight of my body driving against her butt pushed her backward on the bed with every stroke, swinging her heavy breasts back and forth. She spread...her elbows apart to lower her tits so that her nipples brushed the bedspread as they bounced. They became as hard as marbles and very sensitive. I acted like a quite skilled for a young man, never losing sexual contact. With each stroke I used the length of my cock completely, the bulbous head pulling at the lips of her cunny on my outstroke, my. She loved new clothes. He’d already gotten her new pretties for around the house, but outside clothes, new ones, would be wonderful!“Oooh, and dinner too ... wow, you are going all out! You are too good to me!” she blushed, rubbing the towel a few more times across her back, lifting up her breasts to rub underneath them extra hard ... always damp after a warm shower. Looking up, she saw him walking out, not bothering to dress, and she quickly followed, wrapping a towel around her body as she. ‘That’s what all my friends call me.’ ‘We’re not friends,’ said Samuel. ‘Either you’re my friend or you’re my enemy,’ replied Blaze. ‘You do not want to be my enemy.’ At an athletic six feet seven inches in height, Jefferson ‘Blaze’ Ashe was a handsome, well groomed and articulate black man. His tailored suit looked expensive, and Samuel believed he could easily be mistaken for a business professional, but judging by the appearance of the two women sitting across from him, Ashe’s business was. We spent the next 30 minutes French kissing and caressing each other and then ended up giggling and teasing the other, it was wonderful being home with someone you really loved. Formalities aside, we were now hot and ready to get down to some serious love making and as I can attest to this fact, Mr. Woody Woodpecker was up to the task at hand (no pun intended). It was just after entering the tight sheath of my wife’s tight pussy that we both noticed something was different or should.