”Her dirty talk surprised me but amped me up, and I inserted my finger back into her ass and started fucking her as hard as I could, slamming my coc... into her pussy and reaming her lovely asshole with my finger.“You dirty horny motherfucker!” she shouted. “You know how to eat my pussy, you dirty white boy, and you know how to fuck my pussy with your big-ass white motherfucking cock and now you got your fucking fingers up my ass.” I was getting close and she must have sensed it because she then. “I,m roasting! Must change into something cooler.” DEsPITE being late January the weather had turned unseasonably warm so soon she came back dressed in just her nightgown with black lace bra and panties quite visible through the gauze like material. If Frank was affected like me his cock would be straining his underpants as mine was at the sexy sight of my bride. I thought she might hold back when I took her in my arms to give her a passionate “with tongues” kiss in front of our guest, but she. I stretched out on my back, my head on a pillow in her lap. I turned only my lazy head to watch our favorite late night talk show. Every light was off, so the blue glow of the screen seemed like an otherworldly haze in the living room on that spring evening. She brushed my hair, a sensation I relished. Then she began to make one long braid in the back. It felt soothing, a feeling I wished would never end. She did finish - with my hair. I felt her touch my neck softly in a way she had never. One night Heather was having trouble sleeping, anxious over the birthday party her mother and George insisted on throwing for her. When she’d protested that she didn’t want one, didn’t have anyone to invite, George replied, “Nonsense, we’ll invite your whole school. How could a lovely sweet girl like you not have friends?” And with that the decision had been made. She was terrified to be the host of a huge party, and the worry kept her up all night. After tossing and turning fitfully, she.