“How many times have you been asked out in the last year,” I asked.“A couple. Three or four times, maybe. Maybe more than that. None of them int...rested me and I don’t really know. Why?”“I was expecting a higher number. It should be a higher number. Significantly higher.”“You think so, huh?”“Very definitely. And I’ll tell you why, if you like.”“That sounds like a fun conversation. Do tell.”“Men are visual creatures. We can’t help it. We even admit it. We call ourselves leg men or ass men. Pardon. Eventually Courtney settled back into a fitful sleep, only to be jolted awake by the sound of the alarm clock. She blindly fumbled for the snooze button, slapping it before rolling over and pulling the covers over her head. It seemed only seconds had passed before the alarm blared again, and Courtney reluctantly dragged herself out of bed.She was thankful to be settling back into her normal routine. Work gave her the distraction she so desperately needed. Rick had given her a few other projects. Sarah’s tongue moves to enter your pussy, and my finger begins to rub your clit. I feel a gentle bite on my cock as the wave of an orgasm begins to creep over you. Your hips begin to buck as your orgasm gets stronger. The pressure of my finger increases as her tongue furiously goes in and out of your pussy. Your hips raise as the juices from your orgasm begin to flow out you. Your body shakes and quivers as the wave of your orgasm begins to subside. “Stop it, both of you! I can’t stand it. Thats when we decided she should have a black lover.L had never been with a black man but I knew she admired muscular black men. She's always commenting when I watch sports about the guys and what they'd be like in bed. She always likes to see a black american football player give an interview without his shirt on. I even found a magazine she masturbates with and the most worn pages where those showing a black body builder. So I wasn't surprised when she came home one day and said she had a.