This must have taken forever. How did you remember it all?" he asked.Kerblammo! How could I be so stupid? The recorder! I still had the portable recor...er. Surely, some of the radio broadcast must still be on the little devil.Ernie saw the look on my face and reacted immediately."What's wrong? Are you OK?" Yeah," I said, shaking my head in wonder. "I just realized. I couldn't keep up with my notes, so I recorded the broadcasts on a memory card. If I'm right, there must be something still on it. His thrusts just kept getting faster.I realized that the guy to my side is about to come; he pulled back and moved around to my face. In two thrusts he is came in my mouth and I could taste his spunk in my mouth. Before he could withdraw, I held his softening cock and licked the last of his cum from the ebony. The taste is caviar of heaven, salty and rich. The man in my pussy suddenly sped up to a quite staggering speed before stopping dead, buried to the hilt inside as he pumped what feels. Somehow, the words ‘naked’ or ‘nude’ were not sufficient to describe her as she stood on the stair, one had on the railing and her hips cocked, emphasizing her narrow waist that in turn displayed the womanliness of the sexy flair to her narrow hips. Her long muscular legs drew his eyes to her blond bush, and he could see a little pink and a glisten of moisture on her cunt lips. She was displaying the perfect aspects of every erotic dream ever experienced by every male, and Mark was simply. Will you let me?” Before I could even start to answer, she kissed me once more. Long, sensuous, melting me with her lips and tongue, and a voice in the back of my mind pointed out how insignificant a minute of pain was compared making Anne happy. And something else stirred inside me, a small part of me yearning for the pain. When the kiss ended, I didn’t hesitate a second. “Yes Ma’am, please do it!” “Beg me,” she whispered and let her tongue paint a wet trail from that sensitive spot right.