Susan could not help but let out a soft moan. Tyrone laughed again and said you like that don't you you white bitch. Susan suddenly came back to herse...f and pushed Tyrone's hand away. Tyrone reached down and started rubbing his huge cock that now stretching beneath his baggy jeans. Susan stared at the large bulge and seemed to be hypnotized by it. She looked up at Tyrone's smiling face as he pulled his shirt over his head. Tyrone's dark muscular chest and abs were exposed and Susan again felt. I wondered briefly how I could get him to notice what I had done.That night I woke up in a fevered sweat. I had been dreaming, my hand was jammed between my legs, under the thin material of my underwear, my chest burned with heated blood. I came awake just as my fingers slid across that tender spot at the top of my crack and my stomach started to cramp. I almost doubled in half but the cramps didn’t hurt, the pleasure I felt was nothing like I had ever experienced before. I heard myself moaning. "What's this, Eddie? I thought you took out that camera when my husband left."Then it dawned on her. If I could record him with this equipment I could record her.She looked at me and said, "Eddie, have you been watching me? Why?" Because I love you Winona. Because I love seeing you get fucked. Because I love seeing you suck dick. Because I want some too." Eddie, that's just crazy. I can't do that."All the while she had been talking I had been loading a recording into the machine. Now she could. Besides, when you call me every name in the book, I’ll know that I fucked up . . . and I do fuck up! Guess it must be a guy thing, huh?”, Jim quipped. “Seriously though, Honey, can we take this slow? I’m still feeling a little panicky about us burning out in the heat of passion. But dammit, you have a body that a man like me would kill for, and a heart big enough to lose myself in!”, he added.“Yeah, I can handle going slow, if that’s what you want. But I’ll tell you something right now..