He told her he was not ready, but she entered anyway. "I brought you a bottle of water. Complimentary for you. I will give you a few more minutes to u...dress. Oh, and your socks and shoes come off, too," she said as she handed him the water and closed the door as she left. He set the water down and proceeded to take off his shirt and sweat pants, shoes and socks. He started to sit in the easy chair but changed his mind and sat on the side of the bench to wait for her return. He had a drink of. God exists! Thank You God!" He exclaimed.The girl at his feet responded to his exclamation with more confidence. Her tongue lapped and licked at the wrinkled pungent sac containing the African's testicles.Lauralee was overwhelmed by the smell of the African man. The strong taste of him, and the perverted act he had wanted from her.This was wicked!Her pussy was drenched with her own juices. Her nipples strained their puckered tightly stretched aureole. Her heart pounded. She closed her eyes and. His erect black cock made me reconsider. "Um, I don't think so, dude..." I said, my voice sounding unconvincing even to me. I kind of wanted him, but I wasn't going to submit to him, that wasn't me. I tried to convince myself that I was just turned on by the unusual circumstances. If I let him fuck me, if I submitted to him... I wouldn't be able to deny my feelings. "I'm not gay, dude," I nervously chuckled, and I inched backwards slowly. He strode towards me confidently, closing the gap. ‘Been waiting long sugar?’ she purred as she walked up to him, placing her arms around his waist, ‘I needed to meet up with someone and it took a little longer than I thought.’ ‘Not long, want to get something to eat before we go in to the movie?’ ‘Yeah, lets hit the Carnegie Deli, I like the atmosphere there.’ Walking his arm around her shoulders, her hand holding onto the back pocket of his jeans they moved along making their way to Seventh Avenue, with Misha feeling as if he had just won the.