As soon as he pulled off I kissed him again so I could taste my cum, then pushed him back so I could do him.“You know, down at the river I thought I...saw you looking at my dick a few times. But when a white guy does that it’s usually not because he’s interested, but he wants to check out how big the black guy's cock is. ”"Yeah, well, in this case, I was interested."His cock was pretty good-sized in its erect state, a little bigger than mine but not huge. I thought about how it might feel in my. Use my cock. That it! Fuck me....MMMmmmm god your hot." I screamed. I reached forward to grab her long hair. I whirl her hair around in my left hand. I have my cock deep inside her. I begin to pull her hair and slap her ass again. I use my finger nails to scratch down her back. I then scratch her ass causing her to bounce on my cock. I move my body on her back. I push her hair from her neck. I begin to bite her neck as she fucks me faster. I try to bite her ear but she has a big orgasm on my. His comments were never rude or demeaning, just point blank observations from him about me.I had started to get used to it. I knew there was no point in trying to let him know that his comments made my uncomfortable, as I was sure that if he knew that, for sure he would intensify the activity. So I just grinned good naturedly and pretended like nothing at all had happened out of the ordinary.We had our lunch. Then he really floored me. We talked about sex with each other of course, as most teen. .. his mother had made sure of that.She shook her head, realizing she was buying into a stereotype – the slacker teenager – she already knew to be far from the truth in Jason’s case.“What, dear wife?” Abby asked.“Just chastising myself for lazy thinking,” Donna replied. “And realizing again what a good choice in husbands I made...”“You do have good taste in men,” Abby said.“We both do,” Donna replied.“Well, mine was more misunderstood instructions rather than a choice, but it worked out.