As she left the house we passionately kissed and I made her promise me she would send me snaps and videos which she eagerly agreed to. That night I dr...nk and stroke my little ccok all night waiting for msgs from her.. she sent me pictures of her with his giant cock in her mouth and videos of he getting absolutely stretched out by his BBC. Non stop all night she probably sent me 50 pictures and 30 snap videos of her getting her pussy fucked fucked by that black man's giant 9in cock. It was. Period. You know, his penis inside me. Use your imagination. As long as the parts connect, where the rest of the body is, is meaningless.(Hands off Mark! Ummm... Uhhhh... OK, you've made your point...)Well, sometimes he uses his hands too. Where the hands are can be important. Sometimes. Once-in-a-while.(Yes, now damnit. Apologize for interrupting me! I'm supposed to be...)Excuse me folks. Something's cooking and I need to make sure it doesn't burn.(C'mere! You started this, now finish. ‘You handle them with friendliness and firm kindness, most of all with certainty,’ she’d hissed angrily at Harold, ‘You don’t stand there shaking on the other side of the room with a stiff little willy while he tries to rape me.’ He’d looked at her with no answer whatsoever, which irritated Siobhan even more, so she’d tossed the conversational knife, being angry enough for it by then. ‘Or were you waiting for a chance at seconds, Harold?’ she’d snarled quietly in her anger, ‘Which one of us did. My boyfriend was away for the week with his buddies. I knew he was probably fucking anything with boobs and a willing pussy. Damn! I was wet and lonely! After hanging up with my girlfriend, frustrated as I was, I decided to go down and get a beer from the fridge. Knowing my parents were already in bed I didn't bother putting anything on, but went to the kitchen in my cotton bikini's. Though only 18 my parents didn't mind me having a beer or two, as long as I didn't get carried away. As I opened.