When she heard him groan, she brought her lips to the head of his dick and in one stroke slipped the entire length of him into her mouth and down her ...hroat. She felt his hands grab the back of her head and she began her rhythm – stroking with her lips, her fingers, her throat and playing over his thick shaft with her tongue. She had told Bob she knew how to make a man give her anything she wanted – and now she was proving it. One hand grabbed ahold of his hips and she began driving her face. I ever so slowly rolled her onto her back, her legs were starched out straight, her left arm was by her side and her right arm was across her body. I slowly moved her right arm so that it was by her side as well. I was about to part her legs slightly, but before I did that I looked at Liz’s fabulous body. Her face, well her face was one of pure beauty. Her tits were firm, her nipples stood proud. Her amazingly flat muscle defined stomach. Her broad hips formed the tops of her firm horse and. Oh I enjoyed the whipping but sometimes he would get carried away and really hurt me badly. While we were out one weekend I met George. He was a black man who the instant I saw him stirred such powerful feelings in the pit of my stomach I had to get to know him. George was invited back to the house with the rest of the crowd that weekend and he stole me away from my older friend. I had messed around with some black boys when I was in school but being from Georgia it was so taboo that it never. The second joy is reading them to poor Aaron andwatching his face get beet red, knowing I’m tellinganother sexy woman all the cute things my hunkyboyfriend Pete and I do to him. He’s so embarrassed thatI share this stuff with you, and that it gets you as hotas it does.You asked me to tell you the juicy details about theother night, when my rugged wrangler Pete put mylecherous husband over the barrel.Oh it was so funny Lola! Here’s the story: My bestfriend’s college-age.