She tried to press her legs close but both the guys pulled her apart. The guy started to finger her in and out. She closed her eyes in discomfort or m...y be in shame or might be in excitement. So as she relaxed a little, both of them grabbed her hands on her boobs and started to pull her apart. She was resisting but was very less than expected. Her hands were off leaving her boobs uncovered. So they both grabbed her one boobs each crossing their hands from her back. They grabbed handful of her. We enjoyed talking to each other in French in public and at home because we felt secretive, like we were in our own little world. People would sometimes get angry with us and be like, "What the hell are you talking about, that's not fair."Heather was all ready to go, she had a light blue bandanna over her golden pigtails, a small little white tee shirt, skimpy wind breaker type hiking shorts, and her white tennis shoes. I got ready, took a shower and got the rest of the stuff packed in the car.. Eventually seeing me fucked by other men wasn't enough for Ed. He wanted me to start fucking black men.I told Ed I wasn't sure I wanted to be fucked by a black man. I was raised to believe that blacks are different from whites, and that it just wasn't right for the races to mingle sexually. I didn't know what a black man would do to me, or expect of me.But of course Ed pressured me and reassured me I was made for black men. He said I was already a slut since I had fucked other men. He said. "It's okay, Cody. I watch you quite often." What?!" Well, I need my excitement too. What? You don't think I've ever touched myself over pictures of you before?"On that note, I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it off over my head. I now stood there with my naked breasts in perfect view. His eyes opened widely and he began to slowly carress his cock as I rubbed my hands of my tits. I was getting extremely turned on now. I was stood right next to my brother as he wanked, I had a perfect.