Did we ever. Sweet and slow, fast and intense, alternating as naturally as the tides. For an hour or more we were like this, making quiet confessions,...recounting so much time spent together at the bookstore. The floodgates, while not obliterated, had opened up. The line had been crossed, from maybe-date to certain-date. Many other lines, all positive, had also been crossed. We were both quietly pleased with this. The date had to come to an end, much to the chagrin of me and her (probably the. Most of my friends with brothers treated them with contempt but not me - I genuinely liked them and vice-versa. My older brother (then 14) brought home a “dirty magazine” - a Penthouse or Hustler and together we poured over the stories and photos. Our parents knew he had it and I remember dad saying to my brother “there’s a few wanks in that Tony”. Mum had no qualms letting me read it saying it would broaden my mind. Hence I wasn’t surprised when our parents were out one day that Tony asked me. I have to admit that watching Renee fuck a nice sized black cock turned me on a lot which was fortunate because Renee got hooked on black cock from that night on. As time progressed Renee began fucking more and more black guys and at this point in our lives, mine is one of the few white cocks she takes. Renee loves to get fucked by well built attractive, hung black studs. She loves to watch as their ebony shafts invade her prime shaved white pussy and stretch her. She does have rules, the guys. You want to get better at this, don’t you?B2 (me): Yes.B1: Well, let’s begin by getting a little more comfortable. Why don’t you take your shirt off, and I will do the same.I did as he asked me to do, and we both were in just vests.B1: Wonderful, you have now taken the first step. Are you feeling nervous?With a little smile and shyness, I said yes.B1: It is ok. All I want you to do is mirror me. We will start very slow, now take your fingertips. Slowly run them up to your arms across your.