I ordered her to straddle, mount, and lower herself down on my ebony tower and as it stretched her open, she gripped my hard shoulders, tossed her hea... back, and moaned loudly. “That’s a good little slut. Look at you just sliding up and down on all my long, thick, hard black dick. You ain’t nothing but a black cock loving hoe, now come on fag-bitch, ride that cock, ride it.” I ordered. I allowed her to cradle my face with her long slim fingers painted with hot glossy pink nail polish. She. They both pointed toward the top of the mountain and the caves. I quickly moved through the game trail path and up the mountain until I was on the side of the caves where the pool was. It was strange how light my feet felt and how fast I moved in the soggy terrain.Soldiers in Confederate uniforms were running back and forth to the small cave that held the crates of rifles, powder, and balls. Others were loading rifles and stacking them against rocks. I saw a man run into the cave on the left. Even hearing the click when the nails met a hard surface turned meon. I was smitten!Taylor and I left and decided to stop for lunch at a new Cuban restaurantuptown on the way home. I think the waiter was checking out my nails, soI made sure to flaunt them the entire meal. It was super fun. I had adelish arugula salad with shrimp and jicama. I made extra sure no garlic- that would be a disaster for later! After we paid, we went home.As we were dropping our stuff, I said to Taylor, "Girl, as hot. That oh so familiar shiver ran through me again. Being close to strong untamed black strength always has this effect on me. Can I help how I am made? I uncrossed my legs, and planted my knees firmly together. In some way my subconscious was trying to show some form of prim and proper behaviour. But really, I knew that given the right circumstances (and even some of the wrong ones!) my libido would win out. I am 37. OK, not old, but hardly a spring chicken. I still turn the occasional head, I.