.. and then another…The more they fucked me, the more I wanted. My loving Victor was sitting there, staring at me, with his hard big white dick outs...de his trousers; I saw my friend Paula was stroking his erection, while they watched me being ravaged by these hung niggers……The guys finished with me. Their black cocks were big, but none of them as big as Jamal’s. I was fucked by five black men, but still wanted more.I was exhausted and could not even walk straight; my legs were shaking with no. She never hesitated, never flinched and never spilled a drop. She looked up at me before releasing my cock and opening her mouth wide, showing me how much I’d cum, swirling her tongue in the milky pool before swallowing and grinning up at me.“You like?” she asked, licking an errant drop from the tip of my cock where it was beading up from the slit.“Like?!!?” I blurted, swaying slightly as the room lurched for me. She giggled at my predicament and I helped her to her feet so that I could kiss. She had her arms full with two laundry baskets, she could hardly see where she was going and plowed right into me. Well…clothes went flying, as did the two of us. She immediately said she was sorry, and started picking up clothes. I told her it was nothing, and proceeded to help her. It was then that I gave her the once over. She was only wearing a little pair of shorts, and a tank top, obviously no bra, and nipples! Well….they looked HEAVENLY!!As I was helping her clean up the clothes that. She was a natural blond with fine, straw-colored hair and pale city complexion, a little plump, and with a scratchy, croaky voice that was off-putting but intriguing, and was quiet, reserved, sweet, and proper, a talented painter, and not popular. Flo was a lady, a girl who you would have to qualify to date, and be lucky to work your way into her heart by earning her trust. My idea of a hot date with her was to go to the painting studio and talk about the latest of her paintings, their colors,.