Oh i didn’t want it to end. He guided me upstairs to his room and pressed me down against his bed with me kicking my shoes off. He pulled my jeans o...f and just looked at my pussy, thank god I had shaved only a couple of days ago or he would have been staring at a big bundle of fluff. “Hmm....looks good.” I pulled him down on top with me by this time he had removed his jeans and shoes. His body pressing up against mine was amazing I could already feel his hard cock rubbing against my pussy. His. She got the message and disappeared to get us two beers. She broughtthem back and looked at me to see if she should stay but I shook my headat her.I put the beer down on the table. "Here you go, mate. This one's on me." Good on ya, sport. Where ya from, then?"We clinked the bottles together and he took a huge gulp."I'm from London, Tottenham. On holiday here, and you?" Poxy Midlands, me. Wish I could get to London, much better thanBirmingham." Maybe, Brum's OK, good Indian food there, anyway.". ”By the look in Gerry’s eyes Jorge can see he means business, so he gulps and says, “I did as I was told, I passed the information to Don Franco’s people hanging out at the old saw mill.”After getting the address of the mill Gerry smiles as he says, “Thank you.” Turning from Jorge he points at one of the gang members and says, “I want you to take a message to your gang leader and the other gangs. Leave my people alone, next time I’ll take out the whole gang.” Turning, he quickly shoots Jorge. “Is it true what they say?” Miss Noefun asked. “What do you mean?” Mr. Michaels asked. “You know… They say all black men are hung. Is it true? Do you have a big cock for me to suck on?” Miss Noefun replied sheepishly. Sarah’s mouth dropped. She never thought Miss Noefun would have ever come out with such a statement. She was now curious to see for herself just what Miss Noefun would do next. Mr. Michaels chuckled. “Well I can’t speak for all black men. But… Yes, I am fairly well hung. Do you.