If Sharon had been allowed any choice in whom she fucked, she would assuredly have grown up to be a dyke. Some would view this as a bit of a shame, as...she was much too sweet a fuck to waste on a single gender. She acknowledged that being told whom to sleep with and when was probably for the best, in the big picture of things. Sharon pouted like a spoiled pre-teen and rubbed her perky little clit as hard and as fast as she could, but it was no use. In an alarming display of cruelty, Mr.. “My cunt is soaking for your cock!” She certainly Didn,t mind her sexy language. I wasted no time getting her overalls off, then I clipped her bra and started sucking on her tits like a big baby which she loved. Meanwhile she,d managed to remove my uniform trousers and boxer shorts so she could fondle my hard dick. When my mouth trailed down to her navel she whimpered happily and gasped loudly when my tongue started lapping her labia lips. “Oh Yes, Joe. Eat my Pussy! I Love It!” I feasted on. A sandwich was held in front of me and the voice said, “This would probably be better, those in the machines are gross”. I looked up and saw a black man, ‘the’ black man, handing me his sandwich. I began to shake as I started to take the sandwich from him. My hand seemed to wrap around his hand as I was taking the sandwich from him. I was excited when touching his hand but I really wanted to touch something else.I stammered as I said, “Th, th, thank, thank you”. He laughed and sat down. It was just one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. But in an instant Beth decided to tell a different story. “I was thinking about a time a couple of years ago when we were having sex in a hotel room. You had been on top of me, but rolled over onto your back. You may remember I took your cock in my mouth and made you cum.”“That’s what you were thinking about?” Ben asked. “You were remembering a time when I got off in your mouth?”“That’s what I was dreaming about,” Beth lied. “I.