"You're allowed to look," she said, "and I expect what you see to have the usual effect..." she took hold and stroked. "But this is for me, right?" Ab...olutely," I agreed, blushing at least as much as Evania. Curiously, Grace just seemed to be enjoying herself. "You may not have noticed, but I wasn't properly hard until you came out." I noticed. But I meant, this only goes in me."I was ever so slightly irritated by that. "What do you think I am?" I think you are a man," Grace breathed in my ear,. " I said. I tried to use Peter's command tone. Either it worked or that's what Brandon wanted to do anyway because he picked up the soap and the sponge and began lathering me up.He did my torso, front and back completely before starting to put the sponge back where he found it. "Hey," I snapped, "You ain't done." He looked at me and I drank in his image again, hair dripping, body dripping, dick dripping and it was all I could do not to take him. He didn't want my dick in his face. I kissed him. Her breathing was becoming more patterned. It was deeper and now had a rhythm to it. She gasped as his fingers reached between the slender legs. Palm in, the hand cupped the thatch of hairs, rubbing along the entire length of the outer vaginal passage.Her body rose to meet the hand's motion, lunging after it when contact was broken. A finger thrust into the cavity, finding moist excited flesh to explore.The muscles in her vagina twitched tightly around that finger. A wave like movement began at. She would twist and writhe to the beat of some Latin dance step and pull her skirt up high to show off her sensual legs and tiny thong buried in her crack. Her attraction to men of color was more because they tended to be more blessed with impressive length and girth of cock than for any other factor. She really loved to watch a long, thick black cock disappearing into her heated pussy and see a pair of work-worn hands roaming unabated all over her lily-white skin.Gabby was the hostess who.