” There was a brief interchange between them as Alex finished his drink, because he knew what was next. Emily and the stranger got up from their sea...s and as Emily lead her new found friend away; she said to Alex, “ok, you’re driving.” Alex got up from his seat and followed them out to the parking lot. As they got to the car, the stranger naturally got into the back seat, but Emily joined him there. Alex said nothing as he started the car and started driving, adjusting his rear view mirror for. Pushing harder, the head slipped into me. It hurt a little, and I put my hand against her hip to slow things down, reminding her I was a beginner. She pressed forward slowly, then began back-and-forth, going deeper with each stroke.Oh, it was wonderful! The pain began to subside, replaced by a wonderful full feeling. Finally I felt her hips against my ass, and I knew she was all the way inside me. Then she began fucking me. There were long slow strokes, then a few short sharp ones. I loved it. Stacey was a true B.A.P. Her roots in America ran deep. Her father Joel Winston was an authentic African-American. A proud officer of the Boston Police Department. Stacey’s mother, former Supermodel turned TV reporter Jasmine Saint-Hillaire was half Haitian and half White. Together they produced the tall, exquisitely beautiful young Black woman I had a crush on. Wow. I was impressed. Stacey came from good stock. She further impressed me by speaking fluent Haitian Creole. Oh, and she told me she. Little did I know that this was a sign of things to come. I looked at the creamy mixture that started to dribble down her index finger. Slowly I drew my tongue to them, tasting myself for the first time. It really wasn’t as bad as I had feared, a little salty at first, but Anna’s juices made it tangy. She wedged her finger into my oral cavity and I deep-throated her sticky digit. “Mmm…not bad.” I whispered, my words muffled by her fingers in my mouth. “Can I have some more?” My head swam with.