The sensation was overwhelming and in only moments she pulled me over the top.I gasped, “Have you ever had a white man cum in you?”Before she coul... answer I was empting myself into her already too wet pussy. I rammed myself upward as hard as I could. Blasting, two, three, hard and deep inside her. Four, five, six blasts. I was exhausted as the last few drops dribbled out. Actually, the last two “blasts” were kinda wimpy, and I was drained. Her smile had turned into a grin as she looked down at. Lynn comes back with a beer for me and a drink with an umbrella for her. She scoots in right next to me and we proceed to catch up on the past telling stories and cracking wise, we are having a great time, laughing and carrying on, we've had had few refills on our drinks and we are really enjoying each others company, then I decide to see if I can get lucky, I put my hand down and gently start to rub Lynn's thigh through her sundress, with a slight pause in our conversation she does not stop. I also spread my legs to give Jon full access to my aching pussy. Soon he had two fingers in me working in and out in a steady slow rhythm. I was tossed between what my mind wanted and what my body craved. My pussy wanted his cock buried deep within her walls, and my mind wanted to see Jon cum. I decided that I would get both. Jon would cum for me, and I would make sure he got it up a second time to satisfy the hunger of my now craven cunt. As a girl on the screen was sitting on the spy’s cock,. She had full wavy black hair to just about over her shoulders, big eyes – usually bright and smart, but she could put on an innocent doe look and use them as weapons of mass manipulation. She was thin, apart from her luscious full lips, but not too thin and she had great breasts. Usually she wore blue jeans and a black shirt or sweater, nicely complementing a tanned skin and her whole appearance clearly stated that she wasn’t gonna be taking any shit soon. “Hey. You look pale.” she said when.