I mean, I can just move him outside the room for a few minutes and we can—” “—No, it’s not that. It’s your, um, your size.” ... “My size?” Amaya leaned back somewhat and became suddenly serious. “Yes, Keaton,” she stated. “I’m this big and you’re this big,” Amaya explained, using the space between her hands as arbitrary measuring instruments. “That thing of yours is not going to fit inside me.” I released a dismissing laugh while thinking of all the women. As soon as I saw her reading something I knew what it was. Lakita would never look at a magazine otherwise. She loved the tv. And sleeping. And aerobics. Now she was so happy it was as if she was in love with something else. And so she threw the magazine to me, pretending like it was nothing. I guess I tried to do the same. But my hands were shaking. I knew it was naughty. I knew it would be something I had never seen before but had been wondering about. It was a thick, glossy magazine.. I was more than willing to go! Kelsi sat down on the toilet and told me to sit on her lap facing her. We stuck our mouths together and engaged in a deep, long, passionate kiss. She let herself go, and I could hear her piss hit the water. I was so horny! My cock was erect again, and I pressed it against her crotch between her legs, where I could feel her stream hitting my cock. That's when I started to piss too, and it mixed with hers, the whole time our lips were still locked. After about 30. First very slowly and I felt her body twitch as I started to speed up. For the first time she was getting off more than me. Her grinding intensified once again as I started to rub her ferociously as a way to communicate that it was okay and to continue. After a minute or so I got my middle finger of my right hand and stuck it in her. She was warm and extremely wet. It was the first time I ever penetrated a black woman with any part of my body. A grin came upon my face as I kissed her neck.