I felt it hurt a little as he stretched me.But Tyrone just grunted and thrust even harder, causing me to wail in pain; my hands pushed on his muscular...chest as if to push him off me. I knew such a deed was almost useless but I never felt so stretched before nor did I expect the black guy would be so rough.It was hard to tell when my screams of pain and protest turned into cries of lust and passion. I could not remember feeling so owned by a man. Soon loud moans filled the room as I felt that. He had dark russet ginger hair, and I really felt guilty ogling him as he and my mother hugged in mutual sorrow. What did transpire that night, however, was that for the next decade I would always dream of an encounter with a man that looked like him.Ten years on, I was sitting at a gay bar one evening. I was on a business trip and always stayed at the same hotel during my visits. The reason for this was that there were a few gay establishments located in the area around the hotel. Three were. " I've gotta go to the bathroom, while you guys figure out what your going to do. I'm a big fucking mess!" NO, you just stay there!"They had taken the pills, and were chatting like they were long lost buddies, as she felt the black cum slowly seep out of her cunt.Well, if one of her eggs hadn't been caught already, she knew a repeat performance surely would.Her mind said no, but from somewhere deep in her cunt, it told her told her yes.As the guys came back to the bed, they were both sporting. There was no doubt in my mind now that Daddy could see the damp spot on his car seat if he had looked. And I was sure he did. With the drink now in my hand, I turned back around and sat as carefully as I could. When I turned to hand it to Daddy, I knew that he had definitely seen my sexually derived blemish. There was a tent in his pants and his erection was pushing hard against the zipper. Daddy was not even trying to hide it. Seeing that, I got all hot and my pussy began to water even more. I.