I cracked my knuckles and lay my hands on her upper back, and began to gently work at her muscles. As I did, I looked out over her body, and watched h...r butt wiggle a little in her boy shorts. Her head nuzzled against me. “Oooh God… That feels so nice. You’ll make a very nice husband… mmmm one of these days.” I fidgeted a little more, wrenching my thighs closed. Mom asked if I was okay. As she spoke, I could feel the warmth of her breath creeping down my fly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Does this feel. Yes, the old cliche name of a black man. Tyrone and I dated some and the sex was wonderful.If you noticed, I am very fair completed and I love the contrast in skin tones. There is something about seeing a dark cock part my labia and pump in and out of me that is exciting. Another thing I noticed about this man was how he fucked me. I was used and pleased at the same time. Orgasms were always intense!Well, one Friday evening after I had gotten home from work, Tyrone phoned me and asked me to be. Sure I said and offered to drive. (Glenn had his car also). It was just an old town, pretty cool looking early 1900, lots of shops and stuff we just walked around and talked. Not about sports(trivial to me, what do I care other than my tax dollars going to make someone else rich) or women, just, hell I don’t know, life I guess. We had lunch at some street cafe and headed back. I felt pretty good, a nice day all in all. On the drive back he asked my if I would mind giving him my opinion on an. Her hips were pushed out to meet him, as she reached back and spread her cheeks, letting him getting his tongue deep, pressing against her perky hole.Curt sat back up licking his lips."So how adventurous are you?" He asked as his cock rested against her butthole."Very... But that thing hurt going in my pussy, and unless you want to give me internal bleeding, it's not going anywhere BUT my pussy." She said, turning around smiling as Curt grinded his shaft against her hole, his huge glistening.