The pounding of my pulse in my ears made it difficult to think. I hadn'tdrifted over the edge of full-blown panic yet, but the drop wasapproaching rap...dly."You," I stammered, grasping at some type of argument. "You won't getaway with it." "Oh?" She said, one eyebrow rising in inquiry as a small smirk appearedon her face. She panted her free hand on her hip and continued. "If youdon't mind to terribly much, please tell me how you arrived at such acertain declaration of this little dance's. She tells me to open my eyes and look at her. She says she loves to look into the eyes of the person she is fucking and watch how she stretches his ass and knows there is nothing he can do about it. That she is in control. The strap-on further excites her as it rubs her clit. The power trip and role reversal is a tremendous turn on for her and me. The humiliation and feeling of my being helpless increases my excitement 10 fold. She picks up the pace and is really pounding me, telling me she now. You shouldn't do this, please baby, please," she protested. But her body said something different and she began thrusting up to meet my every plunge. "Oh god, Davey, oh god, you're fucking your mother!!" she cried, Oh god, we mustn't, oh god, it feels so good...I don't want to stop."I was beginning to perspire and as I leaned over her, drops of my seat were dripping onto her beautiful tits. She reached to wipe it away, rubbing the moisture over her still distended nipples, grinding away at. Now that I was looking for something specific, I actually began to see what I had been unconciously overlooking in the past. Young white girls walking hand in hand with a black male, my dick would jump at what I was thinking when I watched them. Every time, I would conciously look to see if I see an outline of his cock, a couple of times I was able to which really made my cock hard thinking about how this young girl was going to get fucked by it, probably today and shot full of cum. Twice.