The other were saying, “Fuck that bitch. She loves your black cock. Show that sissy boy how a real man fucks.” I felt the cock in my ass movin... more now, in and out, deeper and deeper. The sharp pain was gone but the pain of having my asshole stretched was still there. He was picking up speed now and my asshole was getting fucked. He said, “Tell me you like my big black cock in your tight white pussy boy.” Hardly able to do anything I said as best as I could, “I like your big black. All it in all, it was a fun day.That evening, we went out to an Italian restaurant that mother had been to years before when she was there. It was really cool as it was run by this couple who had owned it forever. The food was fantastic and mother even let me have two glasses of Chianti with our meal. By the time we finished, mother had drunk 6 glasses of Chianti and was pretty tipsy and we were both giggly and laughing over every little thing.We strolled around for awhile after supper and. Kelly had to work another occasional shift, and over a period of time, managed to get a promotion to assistant manager. Things picked up, and they coped with the debt. Money was still tight, but they were frugal, and kept their pleasures, to mainly fun in the bedroom...and the bathroom...oh, and the kitchen...anywhere really. Ray was convinced she was a nymphomaniac. She said she was the way she was because of his big banana. It was all his 'fault'. She loved his cock, often. Rarely, not one. Milly feels him begin to pull back andtightens her grip. He knows to stand still. Docile and trained never tochallenge the maid's strength or resolve, he's been across her knees waytoo often to offer resistance..."Yes, lets' just see what the girls say," she whispers in his ear amusedby his growing terror at the withering humiliation he's about to receive.He hears the gasps and looks up just in time to see the half-unbelievingconfusion on several pretty faces as they try to size up the.