She was obviously excited and as she leaned forward kissing me, I reached up feeling her tits as she straddled me. Hope started to move back and forth...and as I tried to finger her little pussy from behind, I tried to guide my cock in her again. I couldn’t believe it but she eagerly pushed back, slowly forcing my cock into her wet little pussy. As Hope started moving up and down on my cock, she asked, “Is that right?” obviously she was trying to get herself off. It felt so good, I wanted to cum. The tales I hear of you and your African men! I think you are truly a believer in Black Power.”“Yes, dear friend, African Power, fuck yes! I always turn down white males and never complain about it since I separated from my miserable white husband,” Becca boasted, taking another drink of wine. “And what better example of the African race can there be than my friend here? Do you ever get any complaints, Mobu dear?”“No white woman has ever complained about the service I have given them,” said. She looked at me smiling and said “did you enjoy that?” - you know I did Cic I said. I did too, dry much, I relived that brief pleasant feeling in my mind that night and had a lovely maturbating session thing of how nice it would be to fuck Cicely,Anyway, as I quickly checked the window, it wasn’t Cicely I saw but something equally fantastic as wank material.There was an old Morris car parked almost below the window in a way so that I had a view through the windscreen to see the driver and. "The swerve?" Her fault," Andrea pointed at Miss McDavid."I scared her," Connie confessed.The Chief said, "Scared me too. Thought we swerved to miss that shipping container." Shipping container?" Andrea asked. "What shipping container?"Looking forward, because the helmsman wasn't, the Chief stuck a fist with the thumb out pointing over the stern. Sure enough ... shipping container ... orange with barely readable NIKE letters ... bobbing in the wake."That one," he said. " ... Admiral? Don't tell.