At that, she burst into tears again and told him that having someone else present in the room would be even more embarrassing and upsetting for her.Wh...n Miss Pretty had calmed down sufficiently, my father led her over to the couch and asked her to get undressed down to her underwear. The fact that she could keep her underwear on seemed to placate her somewhat. and she pulled the curtain all the way to the foot of the couch. As I have explained, the curtain came in the direction of my camera, so. Why had it happened to her? All she had done was go out for a meal with her work colleagues. She hadn't flirted or teased anyone. She had done nothing to provoke the **** apart from being a beautiful white woman in the wrong place at the wrong time.However she also remembered the wonderful sensations as the teenager fed his big cock into her and how she had been penetrated deeper than ever before. She remembered the fantastic orgasms running through her body like bolts of electricity as he. I followed her inside. Claire was in the living room sitting on the couch. She had on her tight short shorts and a flimsy tank top. “Hi Sam.” “Hey Claire. What’s going on?” “We have a favor to ask you,” Claire said turning a bit red in the face. “What?” Cindy bold as brass interrupted, “Claire wants you to fuck me.” my turn to turn red, but Cindy was cool as a cucumber. “You’re serious?” I asked. “Listen Sam, I know Cindy would enjoy sex with a nice man, right Cindy?” “I said I would.” “Cindy. Oh my god, she then suddenly lifted her foot and stomped down sharply on his prone apparatus! I jumped and he bellowed from below, his saturated pole and bobbers mashed under her stocking of clenching digits.Next she gently rotated her arched sole, slowly rolling his pieces around the floor. After yawing them about for a minute, inducing him to moan pleasurably, she separated his testes with her soft heel and gradually slid her foot forward down his erection and stopped when her heel reached.