As i am standing over her, i am looking down her shirt at her beautiful 40d breasts. She is wearing a red satin bra with lace trim. I take a look arou...d to make sure nobody is around, as i slide my hand down the front of her shirt, cupping her right breast. She kind of lets out a little whimper as i take her nipple between my thumb and index finger and began to pull on it.She begans to rub my cock over the front of my jeans as i pull her breast out of the top of her bra, leaving it naked under. I sat near the back row in the center and was entranced by the explicit volume of sex being displayed. My juices were warming, and my cock was filling and straining to get out of my jeans.Suddenly a handsome black man sat down next to me, and I became more excited with anticipation not knowing what was happening. He touched my leg softly and gently, then slowly inched up my thigh and felt my crotch and hard cock. He took my hand and pulled it into his lap and to my surprise I realized his pants. “Oh no”, our eyes locked and he smiled a brief smile. “You know you want it,” he panted.And he was right. More or less. What I really wanted right now was to be fucked. By both of them, again.He let himself go, didn't control himself anymore. One deep thrust made me gag, he did not seem to care, forced himself deeper again.Panting he came, I felt his load hot in my throat, gagged again and tried hard to swallow.As he let me go I bent over, retching. But David did not give me time to recover.. In fact, I recoiled in fear, needing some physical distance from that image. It felt as if my mother was inside the screen, about to grab me by the arm. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from it. I had no idea how powerful that image would be - or how easy it would be to find it.On the first shot, I had hit the exact, precise hairbrush that had sat on my dressing table, threatening me every day of my life, until it was broken in half when I was twelve or thirteen. It was the.