I kissed further down to her tummy drawing circles with my tongue on it. Her hands came down to my head, "Ohhhh Tessa please do what you did before, p...ease eat me, I'm so wet." She moaned.I slowly unzipped her jeans revealing the front of her black lace panties. She raised her cute ass for me and I pulled off her jeans. I promised myself this time I'd take my time pleasuring this wonderful girl. I kissed her inner thighs moving close and closer to her panties. Each time I'd get close to her. She was beginning to understand the seriousness of the journey she was considering. It wasn't a game. If this was going to go anywhere, she was going to need to know a whole lot more about Gary.She'd read one girl's advice article and it had asked the questions, 'What if he has a horrible snort when he laughs, or if he doesn't wash often enough for your taste and he smells rank? What if he has dirty fingernails all the time, or his breath smells? Or he doesn't change his underwear often. ..about...this." Evan utters between bounces. "Oh, what's the matter? White stud embarrassed he likes riding fat black dick?" Evan moans hearing that and wiggles his ass onto Malcolm's cock more. "You're a black cock slut no matter how many people you lie to." Evan gets off of Malcolm and gets on all fours in front of him. He turns to look at him and wiggles his ass at him. "I don't care right now, just keep fucking me!" he yelled. Malcolm gets behind Evan, lifting his huge belly onto his ass. “No, I don’t think you will,” she laughed. “As a matter of fact, I think you’ll prove exactly the opposite.”“What? What does that mean?”“It means you’ve always been pathetic in bed. Your tiny little dick is bad enough, but even worse is the fact that you can only get it up once a week if I’m lucky. Hell, even that would be acceptable if you could keep it hard long enough to get me off, but you can’t do that, either. To be perfectly honest, I suspect you’d make a much better whore than you.