It was at least twelve inches long. His glistening pinkybrown crown was distended and his hand was a blur. Christi held my hand and gasped loudly. Efa... tried to pull uphis jeans but there was no chance of hiding that lethal tool. Christiblurted out “Oh my God, Eric, look at him, just look at him!” Christimoved toward Efan, her eyes fixed on that huge cock. I stood trans-fixed as she took hold of his throbbing cock with her hands lookingso tiny in comparison to its huge size. She. The best friends we had would let her rants fall on deaf ears, her best traits kept most friends loyal to us.Willard was up for a management position, but was worried that his bigoted wife might ruin his chances. Top management had stopped inviting Willard and Rachael to any company function; summer picnic games, Christmas and New Years parties because of her bigoted remarks during the functions. The company was about seventy percent black which caused his wife to nag him to find other. They walked the block from casino to the hotel; neither of them was under any illusions about what they had discussed. His room was on the 32nd floor, and he took her out on the balcony to show her the view. It was a warm night and she stood beside him, leaning against the railing as her dress blew aside in the wind to reveal her bare skin from her ankles to her lower back. But she didn't mind; she looked at him flirtatiously and ran her fingers down her neck line to her cleavage. He took the. He tasted so good, pure sexual male, cream, sugar and coffee. I moaned as he pressed me back onto the bed, covering my body with his. Our tongues explored each others mouths, his hands caressing my face, mine threaded into his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth traveled across my cheek and nipped my earlobe. “Mmmmmmmm Derek…baby… you know that’s not fair.” My nipples hardened and pebbled against his chest. I pressed closer to him, needing to feel his touch. I could feel his length pressed.