Now I must let it be known that it's a secret to no one that I love to suck dick as much as fuck itI got to the front of his desk and leaned in, makin... my breast spill out. "Oh! I'm so sorry" I yelped. I watched as a cheshire cat grin spread across his face. He told me it was no problem. I began to stuff myself back into my bra until he caught my hand and offered to help. With no thought in my mind of ever telling him no, I obliged. He grabbed my left breast and began to massage it softly. He. He could smell the musky scent of Tyrone's strong athletic body mixed with the fragrant aroma of his wife's arousal and it made his cock twitch incessantly. He'd never been so close to an aroused naked man and his heart raced. At Tyrone's coaxing he slid his hands up the black man's taut rippled abs. His body felt smooth and warm and when Tyrone let out a soft moan Michael was inspired to do more. He cupped Tyrone's big, heavy balls and caressed his inner thigh as his wife sucked and stroked. He began to unbutton her blouse and with the other hand pressed the stop button – the lift came to an abrupt stop. Rachel leaned back into the mirror and grasped the handrails that ran the whole way around the lift. She was tempted to run her hands all over his body but wanted to savor the moment so leant back even more so so that he could kiss her neck.Emerson unbuttoned his pants and began to feel his hard cock in one hand whilst releasing Rachel’s breasts from her bra and kneading them. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a Corinthian luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, “Once you go black, you never go back” is all about the feeling and texture of the skin. I had the socially acceptable explanation for my black craving. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white she male past forty is.