." I whispered against the cold wall as the black girl continued to tease me. She could feel me getting wet for sure and she had guessed my darkest se...ret: I was not going to stop her attack.She again pushed her weight against me harder, teasing my clit, feeling my pleasure as my muscles began to tense. I struggled a bit more, trying to pull away, but she just pushed me harder, moved her fingers faster, making me gasp for some breath."You want this. I know you do. So, bitch, do not try to get. I lay there breathless, spaced out, my hand on his thigh. He then leant over and started snogging me again, I could taste my own cum and before very long was horny and getting hard again. His hand was on my back as we kissed and when he broke from the kiss he moved it to the back of my head and gently started to push it down towards his crutch. I’d fantasised about doing this, but doing it to someone else dressed in stockings was beyond even my imagination, I thought I was the only perve who. I went for them and he purred and kept saying "Io tevoglio, Tomaso!", "Io te voglio molte!", :O fratello mio succame!"Which means I love you! I love you a lot! O brother mine suck me!He just stood there and then we stopped for a minute I lay in his open armsand he turned to me "You mean all the times we went away we could have beendoing this? Why didn't you ever make your move?" I was afraid" was all I could answer."Don't be afraid anymore, anyone ever hurts you you just let me know itwill be. It had seemed so real. The reality of that dream must have been why I felt so wet. I eased my hand between my legs and truly I was soaked. Pulling my fingers back up, I could not resist the temptation. I eased two fingers into my mouth. My goodness, I tasted like eggnog. I glanced at my nightstand and sitting beside we, on a bright red plate, were a dozen sugar cookies. Each cookie was perfectly round and each expertly decorated with vanilla icing. I wondered, “Was it a dream?” After my kids.