There was no objection from Wendy, quite the opposite, as her legs parted to allow him more freedom to explore her most private parts.Slipping a finge... under the edge of her knickers and on to her clitoris, where he stroked and twiddled until she was overtaken by a small orgasm signalled by a whispered, “Yes. Oh yes.”“Was that good?”She nodded shyly and blushed, once again burying her face in his shoulder.“Can I ask you to return the favour?”Should I? she wondered, Yes. That’s really an order. Jared listened to this without a flicker of concern as his mind started recalling all the events of yesterday that had lead up to the state he was in now... First off there was the breakfast incident and Jared’s total surprise at Amanda’s underwhelming show of gratitude. This moment still brought a little crooked smile to Jared’s face as his mind redrew the picture of Amanda’s gorgeous naked body climbing out of bed to jump in the shower. That happy picture, however, was very soon replaced by. 2.) Being BlackedInterracial sex in polite society, usually means a bit of black cock up a white cunt, wanting to know what it feels like to have had one.White girls are willing to try anything once, but to be honest, it's just like an itchy pussy scenario with daddy, another itch to scratch and try, another tick in a box as long as our multiple choice questions, only when it comes to sex, we tend to tick all four boxes, that way, at least one answer is right, and the other three, are put down. And from the looks of things, I fell hard and she hadn't changed one hair. I know she likes me, or I wouldn't still be here. But she never dropped a single hint on any deeper feelings. I have also not dropped any hints because by now I knew how she worked and if I did and she didn't reciprocate, I would be gone -- and that was something I didn't want!But right now today I have to admit I love her, if to no one but myself, and it's because I am jealous as hell! I am jealous over . . . well,.