He is desperate to have me fuck him like he was Molly." Wayne said as Kasey kept jerking him off. Molly chimed in "Donny wants to feel what I felt whe... Wayne and I had sex. He can't help it and baby once you've had a black cock you always want it again. Kasey I want you to get Wayne nice and hard while I answer the door, but don't let Donny touch yet." Kasey watched as Molly went to the door and then marvelled at Wayne's fully erect cock. She looked over to Donny who had turned to look at his. Not waiting for him to follow me, I sauntered toward the bar. Running down the wager for Noelle, I looked at her boyfriend who was bartending and said, “I’m about to make this the most popular bar in town” before stripping off my shirt. Seeing several male heads swivel toward us, I adjusted the straps of my lacy red demi cup bra. Sliding my heels off, I winked at a guy who was staring, mouth agape, and unsnapped my jeans. Noelle laughed and grabbed my hands, slowing me down. Running her. I follow him into the living room, body and hair still dripping wet and dripping all across the front of my body going over my breasts and down to my pussy. I find him in the living room unbuttoning his trousers and slowing taking his shirt off revealing his tanned 6 pack and bulging biceps. I walk over to him to give him a hand and slowly lower his trousers to reveal his massive throbbing wet cock finding out he’s no pants on under his trousers. He was a lot bigger than I remembered and then. I had stumbled upon this uncomfortable fact when I accidentally discovered, in my only child's bedroom, a stash of hard-core porn, and then, after a dread-filled search, found a secret file of sex stories on the family computer. The genre of both findings left little doubt as to the diagnosis.What followed was the obvious — confrontation, recrimination, anger, denial, and so forth, followed by tears, and an insincere promise to straighten up and leave all that nonsense behind. I was glad then.