With the scissors in hand, she came over to the table. Again the wood color of the table accented her pussy. Her labia and clit were covered in a thic... coating of girl juice that had a bright sheen to it. She picked up the ice bucket from the table, turned and walked back to the towels on the floor. She dropped the scissors on the towels next to the razor and shaving cream. She then proceeded into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she came out and again turning her back to the window,. Ana started to buck lustfully, throwing herself up against Deshawn with each powerful inward thrust of his huge black cock into her pussy. He was reaching the maximum depth he could, as he bounced the huge dark cockhead up the very limits of her cervix.The young guy was now going faster and then I knew that he was about to unload his own huge flood of semen into my wife`s womb. I heard him constantly telling Ana how hot she was, what a good fuck, his first white married bitch and she was. He creeps up to my ear, sucking on it gently. My mouth close to his ear, I can moan for him without begin caught. Neither of us caring at the moment if we are though, we just enjoy ourselves. The world doesn't exist when we’re together like this. He whispers in my ear that he wants to feel me explode around him. I know when he tells me this, he is near his orgasm. He wants us to share it together. He picks up his speed just enough, and I match his pace. He bites into my neck, with a low growl. " Thanks," I said pulling my hand from his grip. "I just need some more time to sort my emotions."I headed to bed that night contemplating what I would do. I wanted to experience more of my womanhood, and I wanted Tom to be the man to do that. I just couldn't figure out how to tell him. I was also worried about my feelings for him. I'd never had any feelings for a man, butsince becoming a woman, I have started to have some very odd feelings. Feelings that seem like they have been there all.