I was desperate for it by the time he got there, hoping he was as eager as me. We sat down and had a drink first, talking about casual things. I squir...ed in my chair and found it hard to concentrate on anything but the thought of sex. I wanted his cock deep up my arse again; I wanted to feel as good as I had a few weeks ago. I continued to think of it and felt dampness between my legs as we casually sat there talking. He leaned forward and touched me, running his hand up my leg. I pressed my. I'd assured her that I had no objections to that at all, and that had pleased Tara. It had excited me very much, because I was obsessed by the thought that her pussy might have had another guys cock in it (and that he was black made it, for me, all the more exciting and thrilling)!As I brought my face closer to Tara's pussy, that unmistakable scent of sperm (though mixed with her own juices) sent a wave of exhilaration through me, and my penis stiffened behind my slacks as I extended my tongue. I winced a little and he held where he wasfor a moment before pushing forward more. A couplemore thrusts and he was all the way in, his big black cock inside my tight assand I was breathing heavilly and drooling around the ball gag.Leroy started to pump in and out as the other threeencouraged him on and taunted me by telling me I wasjust a fuck hole slave who's purpose in life was to exist only to pleasure Black menand be used like a street whore. Soon one of them I guess got tooworked up just. ” Our coffee sat on the table untouched, cooling as my sister heated up.“But you kept them, do you still read them?” I shook my head, I hadn’t even thought about my story file since long before Kathleen died. “I deleted your sister fuck stories, all except this one because I wanted to show you what I found, now this one goes too. She closed the file, then with a couple more key strokes deleted my story about her and me doing it while she talked to her boyfriend on the phone. She closed the lid.