I had Mr Peters card in my pocket, intending on taking it over to his house, before heading home. As I was getting my seatbelt on, my phone rang, it ...as Brian's house number. I answered thinking it was Brian. I said in a sexy voice, that I was extremelly horny and my pussy was wet. I then continued with telling him that I was fingering my clit and how badly I need his tongue deep in my clit.As I fingered myself, I heard a strange sigh and stopped. The heavy breathing continued a few more. It was tiny. It had hair all over it, but it was soaked. She looked at me, wondering what I would do. With her pants and panties below her knees, I lifted her 100-pound body downward, to find my waiting, still-hard dick. She looked up at me, worried, but then I kissed her and said, “It’s my first time too. I’ll be gentle.” She suddenly started to cry, but didn’t try to move away.“I’m sorry. It’s OK, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said. She shook her head and laid down. She wasn't trying to stimulate him, she wanted to touch it, explore it, as if she had forgotten what one felt like.Emma couldn't control herself, she dropped to her knees and stared at Mitch's erection for a long moment. It wasn't too late for her to turn back, she could still send the boy home, take a cold shower and forget it ever happened. For a second Emma thought she could but then...Mitch let out a soft moan of pleasure as Emma took him into her mouth. Mitch tasted like sweet candy to. She was horrified and told me: “No”I confessed her I had been with many black men, all of them well endowed and told her that there's nothing like a BBC. I also told her I was craving one that night and I wanted to go to some place with them to be fucked until dawn.Barbara was so fucking curious, but she confessed she had never cheated on her husband.I insisted there's nothing like being pounded by a Big Black Cock…I guess my slut friend had enough margaritas flooding her head and finally she.