‘I must have it. It is too late to stop!’ I cried as I sank my shaft through her hymen and into her tight, hot vagina. ‘Does it hurt? If it hurt..., I can stop,’ I whispered. ‘No, it doesn’t hurt much. Let’s make a baby!’ Her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock was a sensation I wasn’t prepared for. Jacking off wasn’t even close. I was totally lost in lust as I drove my cock into her. She was moaning and soon started chanting, ‘Oof, oof, oof,’ in time with my thrusts. I saw a tear in the corner. The excellent scotch had made me very calm and relaxed as I sat on the sofa seat my bulge was still there and my cock was lying still as if sleeping. Within a few minutes Susan returned wearing a light cream colored silky dressing gown that followed her figure and was wrapped around her. My eyes were glued to Susan as she walked casually over and sat close to me on the sofa. I love to feel relaxed in silky clothes she said and sipped on her drink. Slowly she started to talk about love making. I pull my shirt over my head baring my chest. I’m the self-conscious one now. My hairy chest is something some women don’t like, but you have never teased me about it, and I love the way you run your fingers through it when you touch me. You lean back against me and I revel in the feel of your skin against mine. I put my arms around you holding you close as I tilt your head back, my lips searching hungrily for yours. After a few moments, I move you away enough that I can open and unzip my. I steadily reached for my glass of water and sipped it fervently. Noticing my sucking sounds, Jeff stopped himself and looked at me. “Jesus, Tia, didn't know you were that thirsty, girl!” Once the water dislodged the piece out of my throat, I put the glass down and looked up at him. “Didn't expect you to instantly bottom for a pair of black men.” I replied. “With each new episode, you seem to be turning into a black cock manslut.” I watched Jeff's face, hoping to get a disgusted or offended.