I shudder as you move your hands under my tshirt, feeling the pleasure as your hands move across my bare skin, down past my hips, softly placing your ...inger tips into my waistband. I move my hands round to your front, I can feel how hard you are, I gently massage your bulging cock through your pants, feel it straining against the material when I stroke it..you react to my body so perfectly, you know what I want to do. I slowly undo your belt, careful not to make too much noise, conscious that. I had my hand down in the water rubbing as I waded toward the shore when a car drove down the dirt trail from the road and stopped.The doors flew open and two girls, looking about my age, jumped out and began running down to the fishing dock that was jutting out into the water. As soon as they reached the end, they each pulled off their summery dresses and sat on the end, dangling their legs in the water.They saw me, of course, and the blond girl yelled, "Come over here, talk to us." They were. He offered me some assistance for improve my own workout.Soon I was feeling his fingers running down my spine and I shivered a bit, starting to get wet. His hands held my round hips as he guided me. Later, I could feel his hands now touching my thighs.He made me lay flat on a bench. And this time, I noticed his large bulge inside his sweats. When the workout was over, I had a nice good sweat covering my whole body and I was intoxicated by this black young man. He smiled, saying I had done a. “Ooooooh, GOD!” Marcella cried. “I feel your power!”Thad knew she was speaking to the Lord and not to him. But that was all right,because it was Thad’s power that she really felt.Silly broads! he thought. It was a benevolent condemnation, at worst, because heknew that without them he would be out of business and out of pleasure both. Theykept both his church and his sex juices going.He fucked Marcella faster and faster, pulling on her tits all the while, and she bawledlike a breeded cow as she.