There was 11 of us on the stag do, and I was sharing a room with my brother, Billy & some chav Terry, who works with my b*o. As the night progressed I...kept catching Terry looking over, I could sense he was defiantly courious, at the least. I followed him the toilet and stood next to him having a piss. 'You alright lad' I asked, 'fuck the small talk, you want my cock dont yeah he said' i'll meet you back in the room, make an excuse to bale from here he said. My cock was rock hard and I couldn't. ”“You know I don’t mind,” Armand flirted subtledly. Armand poured a cup and asked, “Sugar or creamer?”“Nah. I take it black,” Doug replied.“Me too, Coming right up.”Armand Leon Sullivan Harrell walked the coffee cup over to Doug.Douglas Jackson studied Armand’s four-foot-eleven body and egg-shaped booty.Armand looked over his shoulder. His curly Afro, wide-set green eyes, and chocolate skin were an enigma in and of itself. Doug gulped.“Here you go, sweetie,” remarked Armand. “Let me know what. He stopped and opened his eyes not believing it. He stroked a couple of more times then I saw his body tense and I knew he was cumming. She was too as she spasmed beneath him. He would push in as far as he could and empty his load in my wife. It seemed to go on forever. His black skin and her white skin were both glistening from their sweat. When he was finished shooting his seed in my wife he bent down to kiss her before he pulled out. They kissed and hugged in a true sign of affection. He. The place tonight was a smaller older place. Theater was built so long ago it was mostly regulars, tending to be older, the guys would like his assistant but the women would be into him. He played on that fact, made the jokes and comments as well as the illusions geared for the audience he was expecting. Going over last minute things, checking on his assistant. She was ready, the look in her eye was almost anxious to get on with it. He had chosen her for many reasons, her beauty being at the.