What, Tom Henry?" I bit my bottom lip. "What'd she do to you last night?" Nah, I ain't gonna kiss and tell," he laughed. "Now you know better than tha..., ma'am." Is that right?" I gave him a teasing look. "You know how to keep a secret?" I reckon I do," he nodded and he was going back to work on that gutter."After dinner I'm gonna tell you my secret, Tom Henry," I promised him and I could feel my girl cock swelling already."That a fact?" he said without looking at me. "What's a bedroom negra. I'm sure it's good."Reluctantly, Miranda pried herself off the bed, staggering slightly and only now noticing the unpleasant fuzzy taste in her mouth that only added to her dislike for being up that early, as stepped halfheartedly into her Winter jeans and gazed longingly at Misty one last time.In the time they'd been together, sharing beds and joined sleeping bags alike, the she had never snored, or ground her teeth, or flailed her arms dangerously in her sleep. Misty had been, as she was at. We both know what we had in mind and did some playing with each other. As we later discussed: we both liked it. It was the first time. I really wanted him to stand on a pedestal where I could be on my knees and his cock in my face. I wanted to unzip his pants, drop them and slowly pull underwear down and have at his cock. I had lots of weird feelings after doing this. I felt like guilty that I did something not the norm but at the same time I felt that is something I wanted to do. I like to. (This was the height of the AIDS epidemic, and I always required a rubber.) Once I brought one of these perfect specimens to hardness, I'd set the lube and condom on the ledge between the two doors, then pull my panties down and put my ass in reach. Now and then the guy would just back away and close their door, but a number took me up on my invitation. They would rubber up and lube up, and I would feel their hand or their cock poking at me. I would back up, bend over, spread my cheeks with my.