“Look who I met at the party! His name is Ted,” she texted. “Nine inches of solid black cock! And every beautiful inch of him is all MINE! We ha...en’t gotten out of bed in two whole days. I’m totally in LOVE!”She described how thrilling it was to her the first time she slowly lowered his zipper and worked his hot black cock into her mouth and down her throat. She told me she couldn’t imagine any kind of heaven more joy-inspiring than when she rode him for the very first time.The next day after. I felt a hand go under my skirt and start to rub my ass cheek. I pressed back, encouraging it. The hand explored my ass fully before beginning an exploration of my crotch. I leaned forward, both hands still on the rails, and allowed my unseen groper better access to my coochie.A slow finger ran between my legs and we could both feel I was wet. The next thing I knew, the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms were pulled off and I was left breezy under my skirt.The finger returned to my. She even let me use my phone to take a few pics of us eating the cheesecake I baked and brought over for dessert. Mmm, watching her put the fork in her mouth…uhhh. And how she slowly let it melt before seeing her throat muscles work as she swallowed the sweetness I baked for her. She had a habit of biting her lower lip but I couldn’t tell if it was a defensive mechanism, nervous tick, or a tease play. And I took a few pics of her behind when she cleared the table and walked back into the. As she fell, one of her breasts popped out from her bra. She heard a chorus of cheers from the mostly male audience, started to fix the bra... then decided what the hell. She stepped back up on the stand, proudly pushing her chest forward for all to see. She was proud of her breasts... lush and soft, yet still firm... she could feel her nipples harden... closed her eyes for a moment and began stroking her sides. It was like nobody existed except for her. She felt herself becoming wetter and.