.." She gentlyplaced her hands on either side of my head and started moving it towardsthen away from her, so that her rock hard cock moved in and out ...f mymouth. I made an O with my lips and picked up the rhythm, careful tokeep my teeth out of the way as I'd been taught (Miss Everett hadspanked me unmercifully if she ever saw bite marks on her dildos).It was just the way I'd experienced it in those lessons ... and yettotally different. Dildos, no matter how lifelike, were not warm, theydidn't. As soon as we walked into the crowded house, I was immediately brought back to my college days. Frat parties haven't changed, I thought - the place was full of drunk, obnoxious but fun guys, girls dressed in sexy outfits, everybody having a good time and everybody trying to get laid.The crowd was mostly white, but there were enough black guys in the frat that we didn't stick out too much. Our buxom bodies and sexy outfits attracted far more attention that the caramel color of our skin.Zeke. I was no different. I still remember the first time I masturbated. It was at night and I had just finished watching Titanic, one of my all time favorite movies. Except this time was different. I found myself wanting Jack to do whatever it was he was doing to Rose inside of that car. Slowly, I stripped off my clothes and my hands made their way down to my pussy of their own accord. Rubbing circles around the top I came across my clit, which sent jolts of electricity throughout my body. . I was lay on the bed watching a bit of TV as she entered to undress, the camera on the tablet was broadcasting her to John as we chatted. I asked her if she knew that you could see through those leggings when she was bent over she said yes but she didnt find out till after her first yoga session at the gym when her mate told her that she had put on quite a show for the people behind luckily or unluckily in my case they were all women( i would of loved to watch her with men behind her they would.