She had a massive house, servants, four cars, a summer house in the Hamptons, she was living every white womans dream. Yet, all that seemed trivial an... inconsequential in comparison to what she wanted now. Yes, Im dying to taste your pussy. My black cunt? Janet questioned. Not hesitating, her need to taste her overriding everything else, the white woman answered, Yes, your black cunt. And youre my whit bitch? Janet continued. Yes, dammit, now please, let this white bitch please you, she begged,. Her hands strayeddownwards to play with my balls, so I put my hands down her nightdress,and pulled her tits out.They were gorgeous--so firm and big. I was playing with her nipples whenI felt that familiar tingle that I get when I'm about to cum. "Mouthful timeagain!" I barely managed to get those words out. She pulled off my cockwith a pop."No its not! I want you in me this time," she responded.Maxine climbed up and straddled my legs then moved forward towardsme. She fed me one luscious nipple. Thanks.”We ate lunch and completed our day. Once home, I called and her mother made like I was a wrong number. She hung up quickly even though I identified her and myself. I called Matt. Twenty minutes later, Rachel called me.“Hello, Gerald. We finally get to talk.”“Hello, Rachel. Is everything okay. I don’t want to cause trouble.”“You aren’t though you’re worth some trouble. Give me your number again. I’m getting a cellphone of my own tomorrow and will call you tomorrow with the number.”“I’m. ..." I slid my fingers down and found her pussy. I inserted the tip of a finger while my palm continued to rub her clit. I gently inserted the finger fully, and then removed it."Let's go...." I said, letting my whole hand slide over her clit as I pulled my hand away and lead her to the bedroom. I pulled down her thong and threw it aside. She crawled onto the bed and faced toward the head of the bed."Close your eyes," I said, bending her down, and she laid her head on the pillow. I lifted her.