I just now realized how much I have to be thankful for and how easy it would be to lose it all. If I had died I would have lost you."He began to cry. ...Oh Amanda, I..." he could go no further."Oh Christ, don't cry. I hate it when you cry. It's unfair for you to cry. Stop it, I say," she begged in a pleading tone of voice. "Grown men are not supposed to cry except in the middle of an orgasm. It's unfair." Well, you better get used to it. When I feel inside me the way I feel right now I shall be a. The location was on a low hill, looking downinto a valley. I had no idea what the number of the road I had takenwas. The map had been hand-drawn and indicated no numbers. I checked myregular Oklahoma map and thought I had a rough idea of where I was, butthere shouldn't have been the sizeable town I could see sprawled outalong the floor of the valley.I got out of the car and pulled out a pair of binoculars to look down atthe town. It looked like a pleasant place, much like some of the smalltowns. Her skin felt like velvet. The warmth of her breast passed into my hand and made the shaking pass."Now Lander, did I break? Is my breast still there?" Very much so," I said with a tiny laugh."Okay then. Just do what comes naturally," Vee answered and relaxed her body. She was giving me free reign of her still delicate body in my mind.Slowly, as my hand massaged the cone shaped structure under it, I turned my head towards Vee's and blew a hot breath over her neck. She leaned her head back to. ., you know?'Kwame laughingly said, 'Big what, black men have big what?''Cocks,' she shouted. 'Is it true all black men have big cocks?'''Never had any complaints,' said Manny. 'Nor me,' said Kwame.They had now pulled her skirt up and could see her panties. One of their hands started rubbing the outside of her panties and could feel how wet and hot her pussy was. Laura still had her eyes closed as she enjoyed this gentle rubbing of her pussy. Then Kwame started undoing the buttons of her blouse.