So I say sorry and start to close the door and he pushes it open again. I just can't get enough of this k**, he's so cute and happy and really into hi... blow job and he loves having me look at his ass and his little waist. I had to go in and help him of course, so I'm kinda half way into the stall kneading his teenage buttcheeks and laying my hand on his flat tight little tummy, and guess what? This black k**'s cock is bigger than he is. It's like a tree limb sprouting out from between his slim. Emily would be groaning in ecstasy while my wife would be shrieking in embarrassment. I was nicely “worked up” by now and in need of some immediate release. I came out of my daydream to observe Emily’s face as she pretended to be interested in Sue talking about the availability of pre-schools in the area. The sound of our baby crying through the monitor interrupted us. Sue went up to tend to the baby while Emily and I continued to chat. The moment I heard Sue’s footsteps on the stairs, I stood. "Now for the final act," Vanna said, sated but still feeling wicked. "Husband dearest, get your face between my legs and lick me clean. Earl left two huge loads of his wonderful cum and you're going to lap up every drop of it." That's right," he seconded. "After that, if you EVER, even for a second, feel like giving this beautiful woman any backtalk, first you'll have to remember that you let another man screw her, in YOUR marriage bed, and then you had to lick and suck up all of his cum. Now. I said yes and we went there. It was just across the driveway. I thought he was just a straight guy and no kinky stuff. Boy was I wrong. Once inside we started to make out. Kissing and hugging. I took his clothes off and started to suck his cut 7 inch cock. He started to tell me I was a good cocksucker. That he was going to make me his bitch. He smacked my ass. Not hard, but enough to let me know I was his for the time being. He grabbed my hair and forced it in and out of my hot mouth. He.