In my trancelike state, I saw nothing odd about this. I just lay there enjoying the feeling of whoever it was laying next to me. Then my brain started...to work, and I noticed a few odd things. One, I sleep alone; I’ve never even had a steady girlfriend. Two, this was either a very skinny dude, and that would bother me, or a chick. I was hoping for a chick. I was really hoping for a chick. I was really just enjoying her (I hoped) holding onto me, feeling her soft breathing on my neck as she. I’ll have to check on that after we’re done here, by the way. When I reached my closet, I couldn’t decide exactly how much or how little to show, but I realized that anything I wore below the waist was just going to end up soaked by what was already flowing out of both holes, and since I don’t plan on doing laundry this week, that’s not the kind of evidence I want to leave sitting around.”“Sorry, I guess I didn’t think about that,” he admitted between gasps as her fingers continued to stimulate. Finally the head popped in. He just let it soak there until he felt she was ready and put a few inches more in. Again he let her adjust then did the same. Now he had five inches in and it was a tight fit as I could see her cunt lips pulling out as he withdrew his cock and slide it back slowly back in. She started to shutter and yell; as she was getting an intense orgasm over that giant black dick…He smiled and finally sank in to the hilt, putting all his thirteen inches insideAgain Ana started. But before I could ever tell her about my fantasy to watch my lover being Blacked, giving herself bareback to a black man (or men) and being creampied, she starts telling me about her fantasy, which happens to be the same thing as what I'd like to see with my lover.We've played around a bit with a guy that was somewhat bashful. She'd known him for years, but I'd not met him, and he'd never met me. He wanted to hook up with her, but as she was married (and loyal) to her previous husband, she.