Running my tongue down the right side. I lifted the cock up and kissed underneath it. As I kissed the head, I finished opening his fly. Without me ask...ng, Gordon raised his hips so I could slide his pants down and off.“You want this cock don’t you?” chuckled Gordon.I nodded yes as I kissed the shaft and started stroking him off.“Put it in your mouth,” Gordon ordered.Sucking a cock is like getting into a swimming pool. The best way is to dive right in. I slid my mouth over his head and down his. Then his finger finds her mouth once more, this time a bit more forcefully, and she opens. She sucks his finger in licking it clean. He gives her one more sweet kiss of approval. She feels his hands unhook the garters and pull the panties down her thighs slipping them off her legs. She waits for him to touch her there but he surprises her yet again He leaves her exposed as she feels a caress across one cheek and then the other and realizes its not his hand. His cock finds her lips and traces. .. up and down. When he sped up her breathes would match, as would her movement, in acceptance to meet his length. A whispered, "Yes, yes," every now again would accompany and an odd, "Oh god!" As he slowed down she would greet him with longer breathes, as a releasing of pleasure. These moments appeared to be her favourites, yet it was hard to say as she appeared ever trapped in a daze of sex. Her eyes were rarely open, but on the odd occasion she did look to me, glazed tired eyes with a weak. Dan expected a strong touch; he was ready for the hard of stone. Instead, hand touched with delicate strength, learning and absorbing knowledge. Dan felt his skin prickle, bumps raised to a thrill of touch. Cock twitched and jumped involuntarily. “Artsy . . . .?” Eyes stared annoyance, Dan understood and corrected. “Augusta, tell me about yourself; I don’t know who you are.” “I am a black woman, I live in Harlem, I am one of the best American sculptors no one has ever heard of; I am dead now,.