He came up to me when I waved some bills at him. Wow washe something! A chiseled body; an olive complexion, dark, curly hair; awide smile and a domina...ing lady-pleaser pointing straight at me. "Gofor it, girl," Amy said while nudging me towards him. Meanwhile, my owntiny cock was straining against the thin panties I was wearing,demanding some attention. I took the few steps to him like a pagan virgin on her way to thetemple. His smile widened and he waved me on. I fell into his arms andtried to. I cry out with the shock, and you pause to make sure I’m okay. I assure you I am and ask you to continue. And you do. Pain and pleasure, both are exquisite as you fill me in another sense, forcing your cock against the sensitive flesh. You move slowly, and for that I am grateful. You push in, then back out a bit, only to push yourself in again, deeper this time. Just when I think my body won’t possibly allow you any further, you stop. I clench my ass around you, and I feel you push back to keep. I liked the way she grunted like an animal when I was true to my word and took her as deeply as I could. The sound of our flesh slapping together startled the horses in their stalls and they looked at us like we were alien creatures and not their familiar bearers of food and drink. I could hear “Rains Between Legs” muttering in her native tongue but didn’t understand a word she was saying. All I had to do was look at her thunderstorm of a face and determine she was not at all happy about having. And every Friday night there is virtually a line up of women down the block waiting to go in just to come out with a small bag of jelly beans. Oh that’s not to say they don’t buy other candies, but there is always a small bag of jelly beans with them. The Magic Candy Shoppe , as it is called is staffed even curiously by a large staff of roughly 20 African American men who always seem to be more than happy to give prolonged tours of the inner workings of the candy factory.That’s when you.