Bryan pulls his right hand finger from the waist band. SNAP!“Mmhph.”, Marc muffles. It hurt so good.“Good. Good.”, Bryan encourages. “Boy su...fers well.”.“Bry …”, Marc begins. Bryan places a large finger to Marc’s lips, moves closer, and presses his bulbous belly against Marc’s stomach. “Ssh ssh ssh. Pop will let you know when you can speak. If you feel the need to speak otherwise, you will begin with ‘Sir’. After you do speak, you will end with ‘Sir’.”. Bryan smacks hard against Marc’s left ass. She was surprised to see what I was doing to her.I started fucking her using the banana by letting it deep in and out of her pussy. She was crying out in pleasure and asked me to suck her boobs. So I took out the chocolate syrup and poured the cold chocolate in her boobs and massaged and sucked her boobs.All this while I was continuing fucking her with the banana. Her boobs and pussy being mauled at the same time was just too much for her. So she reached her orgasm with a loud moan. The banana. Michael. He's six foot of lean, masculine testosterone that just screams 'sex appeal'. His dark hair and eyes have me spell bound every time I look at him. His smile has me weak at the knees; even the mere thought of his smiling face sends a small quake building deep inside.When he wears that white coat he looks so distinguished with the stethoscope slung around his neck, the pen and pad obtrusively poking out from his pocket. Even the way he absentmindedly scratches at his neatly trimmed. They say that once you go black you don't go back. In my experience, it's true. None of the girls I've blacktopped have gone back to white men even after I dumped them." Tracey's hand was on his lower abdomen."... well... sometimes it happens..." Why did it happen to me? I loved being with black men... getting fucked senseless by them..."Why did you stop seeing black men?" Billy asked as Tracey's hand wandered below his belly button and her right shoulder strap fell. This was driving him.