I wrapped my hands around his head as I tasted his sweet kisses, my mind reeling at the full pleasure of being fucked and kissed by a black man again.... He rose up a bit, “You like me fucking you?” he asked. “Your whore likes you fucking me” I replied. “Am I better than you husband?’ the next question came. I knew Jon would hear me, but I didn’t care, “You fuck your whore so much better than he fucks me” I added. “Tell me” he demanded louder as another hand flew across my face one more time. . I placed a hand ever so gently over his crotch, just grazing the material, just giving a whisper of a suggestion of touch, and said, "I've got something cooking for you, Daddy."Then I looked him in the eye, smiled, winked, and said, "But it might burn if we don't stop this right now." And I sauntered off to the kitchen."It smells good, Janie," Daddy said as he slowly followed me back to the kitchen. "Will it be ruined if you just stop cooking it now and we just heat it up later?" Well," I. And hurry the fuck up!" The two of them sat on the chairs while I disrobed.Before I knew it I was standing in front of them. I covered my groin with my hands to maintain some sort of modesty. "Move your hands away, you idiot." Miss Pamela ordered. Why did I know she would do that?I did as I was told and the two of them burst out laughing. I'm not exactly well endowed. Maybe I lied about the five inches. It’s more like four and a half inches when hard, which I certainly was in the. Erica heldher eyes open in confusion, before slowly submitting to her girlfriendsadvances. They rolled on the couch, their bodies wrapping around eachother as hands explored freely. Their lips never separated, and for atime they acted as if they were two young, overly curious girls in middleschool making out at a party.All the while, Erica had a growing urge building inside. Her mind was notyet capable of understanding what that feeling was, but the longer shemade out with her girlfriend the.