All that changed, when my friend (I'll call him James) bought a new motorcycle. James is a well built, slim, muscular black man, (we were both in...tip top shape, due to youth and military service), and had been a good friend for several years. When he got his bike, he told me he would ride with me anytime. We road together often, spending long, sunny island days, searching for sun tanned babes and nice beaches. One day we had a day off during the week and we decided to find an off. Her heart leapt with sudden joy. ‘Brody?’ she spun around expecting to find the last few days had been nothing but a bad dream and Brody had come to collect her and take her home. But the man before her now was not Brody, she didn’t know who he was, but there was something about is voice, his eyes, the way he was smiling. She shook her head, trying to regain some control over reality. He mothers coughed a little politely. ‘Emma, this is Jake Fern, he brought you here yesterday from the. Nancy began to tremble and she squirmed downward again to force the cushion harder into the split of her pussy. Bob's hand slipped down under the top of her dress to the soft fullness underneath. His fingers explored the snugly fitting brassiere cups until the material gave enough to permit his fingers to make contact with the sensitively throbbing nipple of left breast, He twirled her erect bud in a maddening circle. She bit her lip to hold back the forbidden sensations flickering obscenely. She continued to stare at me, begging me to stop, but I acted as if I didn't notice."Rob, Heather is being shy. Why don't you take her top off?" I said."You sure?" he asked."She has perfect tits. They should never be covered." I replied."Is that OK?" he asked her hesitantly.Still looking at me, as I nodded again, she took her top off herself and those glorious tits sprang into view. They bounced a couple of times, and Rob immediately squeezed one. He held it up to his mouth and kissed her pale.