Slowly, I pulled my finger from my pussy, pointing it at him, I asked, “Do you want to taste?”Mr. Bozeman was nearly sixty years old but he was sm...oth. He knelt between my knees, one hand on each, pushing them further apart. He sucked my extended finger between his lips and cleaned it. Leaning back against the cool tile wall, I watched him drop his face between my legs. His tongue dredged across my buzzing clitoris sending a jolt of erotic sensations through my body. He was the third man that I. Somewhat disappointed because Heather and I were up for a all night fuck-a-thon, we reluctantly agreed and told them to go to sleep because Heather and I were going to stay up a while and talk. The boy's staggered to there tents and settled down in there sleeping bags. Heather and I, still horny, started making out, covering each other with kisses and wild fondling, something we had done many times before. After several minutes we came up with a plan to get some dick. Muffling our laughter like. He would put some on his finger than into his mouth and Carla would suck it off his tongue. This playing back and forth went on for quite some time. When the store closed Carla asked the black guy came back to our hotel room with us. It didn't take long after the first drink, he and Carla were on the bed kissing and laughing and playing. I was surprised at how big the black guy's cock was. Carla loves them big and didn't waste anytime getting this one in her mouth.The guy had brought along the. My cock was hard and I could feel the folds of her hot wet cunt.This was everything I ever wanted. I masturbated about this for years. Her big beautiful breasts mashed up against my hard chest, my hands on her thin hips.And finally she was kissing me all over. Her tongue tasted every part of my face, my mouth, my nose, my ears, my forehead. Her hands exploredf every part of my body.We both confessed that we dreamt about this moment for years.She bent down to pull down my pants. My cock sprang.