Dan’s hand found its way behind her head and his fingers intertwined with her tightly-woven dreadlocks. He was the first to break away. He gazed int... her eyes, lost in the moment. Surrounded by great spinning wheels, the high sides of the carriage rose up around them as if they were inside a bubble, crystalline and impervious. He lowered his lips to her dainty neck, heady with her perfume. He nibbled and kissed her neck; slowly his lips strayed across her chest. “Careful!” she whispered. A low. It looked like her boyfriend Tim's dick actually.One black cock – 10 inches. It wasn't even all the way hard.One white cock – 6 inches.One black cock – 13 inches. Thirteen? It had to be fake!The pictures went back to men having sex with women. This time though, the pictures were sporadically replaced with black men having sex with white women. Now that is pushing the limits of decency! Heather thought. She turned away from the screen for the remainder of the test, glancing back occasionally. Lifting his head, he spotted Faith knifing through the water beside him. Together they reached the float and together they turned without a word. Bill slowed down to stay together, enjoying the glimpse of her at each breath. On the count of sixteen, Faith climbed up onto the platform while Bill continued until the count of twenty. Lazily he backstroked, staring at the blue sky, gliding to the artificial island. Faith dangled her feet in the water until he was close enough to touch.. I stripped out of my work clothes, leaving them on the floor where the fell. The water felt nice against my skin. Cool, but not cold. I lathered up the lufa and began washing the day off. The soap felt good sliding across my body. I hung the lufa on it’s hook and finished lathering up by hand. The feel of my breasts, heavy in my hands. My palms sliding across my stomach and down between my legs. My finger tips rolling my clit gently between them. I had just started to feel a tightening begin.