Pushing her back on the bed, the man grabbed his cock and stroked it over her face, delivering another pump load of cum over her beautiful face and wi...e open mouth. Donna was drinking as much as possible. The man continued jerking on his pole and sent yet another stream onto her baby tits, completely coating them with hot sperm.Without warning he flipped Donna on her stomach, and paused briefly to gaze at her perfectly rounded black woman's ass. He spread her butt cheeks with one hand and. She was panting heavily her eyes wide, her pale skin pimply with nerves. I still had the rubber length in my hand. Waving it in front of her face I teased. "First I'm going to lick you bitch, and then we'll see you ride this monster." She squealed her green eyes welling up as she shook her head in defiance.Her skirt came of easily showing a white thong, I was down pushing her thighs apart her shoulders pressed against the covers trying to raise herself up. My hand tugged the fabric then snapped. He made a lot of picture of the house barge and the Internet got full of them in a hurry.All that happened before Wilson showed up. "Well hello Wilson," I greeted him on the dock."So this is where we live?" he asked."Not very glamorous but it's home." I led him into the entrance way with the circular stair up to the living room and bath. The two long rooms were bedrooms. One for him and one for me. The were narrow, but long enough for a bed and a small sitting area."This is really cute," Wilson. I know it sounds strange, but I believe it. I believe it because it happened to me.I'm not a photographer. I'm an artist. Well, I want to be an artist. I take my sketchbook everywhere I go and when I get "in the moment," I'm really transported away from where I'm really at to a place somewhere in my head.So I'm sitting in the park -- you know, the one downtown where all the fountains are -- and I'm sketching the statue there in the center of the square, when I notice this -- I don't know, girl,.