She didn't move, laying her head on my shoulder. For a brief instant, she was teenage Ashley again, leaving me deep inside her keeping me from the rel...ase building inside my gut that seemed only moments away.We were in each other's arms for too short of time. It was then that I realized that lust and love woven together make the finest cloth. It wasn't only the urgency I felt for sexual release, but something more, that only the heart can reveal.She put both hands on my shoulders to keep her. I let my tongue slowly part her lips, seeking out her clit, I flick it lightly, feeling it grow harder with each passing graze. Madison's fingers lock into my hair, she grinds her hips into the pace, moaning those sweet, delicate moans, knowing I'm giving her this pleasure. One hand slides back out from under her, slipping two fingers into her, I feel just how wet she is. She grips my fingers tightly, her breathing quickens and I know how much she is enjoying this. She whimpers and begs me not. I felt like it was something I had wanted to do for a long time. Needless to say, if you are reading this, you know what I decided to do.A few nights after I have the house to myself I work up the courage to arrange a meeting with one of the people I had been chatting with. Working up the courage involved drinking and watching BBC/interracial porn. The guy I was talking with had sent me a picture of himself naked from the neck down. He looked to be in good shape, and certainly fit the big black. I guessed his optimum erectness would equate to almost four inches. His balls hung high, yet plump, perhaps still making their transition lower, or that nature opted to keep them snug in anatomical design like many males of all ages. Zack still bore baby fat on his body, unlike Sean who was lean.All that information registered in the split second before he shielded himself with both hands in shyness. He exhibited a definite boyhood curiosity of same sex nudity and the diversity of maturity.