“Depends on what? I thought we agreed.”’“It depends on what happens next.” She slipped the thumb drive into her port and reached for her mou...e.“Carmen -- your hands are shaking.”“I know. I am scared shitless ... but here goes.” She brought up images. “This is me ... before I got sick.”He saw photographs of a tall, medium-built young woman with long, dark hair. “I recognize you -- from my dreams.”“Yes. I think we establish a mental body image and that stays with us. This is how I think of. His young teenage black cock was a good 12 inches long and as thick as the bottom of an old fashion 6 ounce coke bottle; his heavy black balls the size of plums, and seemingly always filled with a heavy load of hot black sperm. He knew that her hot pussy would be tight for he had accidentally walked into the bathroom while her husband was taking a piss and seen her husband's? very small white cock.He was going crazy with lust and decided to do something about satisfying that lust for it was. “Oh, my god, Henry, I really, really love eating creampies! I ate out Coach Bronson's cunt during swim class... Yum!”I grinned at her, my balls tightening. The mother kept moaning about my dick as I fucked it down her throat. Her passion spilled through me. I loved it. I stared at Dixie's brown eyes as she lapped up all that cum flooding out of the Black MILF.It was too much. I didn't have to hold back or conserve myself. I could just explode. I gripped the MILF's thick hair and rammed deep. Carson can’t really see what she is doing under there, but he knows what it is. And the sound of rubbing slowly against fabric is pretty obvious. Add to the fact that she is still twirling that lock of hair and now her mouth is hanging half-open gives him plenty of ideas.He begins imagining what it would be like if her just dropped right there to his knees and started kissing her legs, right in the middle of the store before anyone that happens to be passing by. He would explore with his lips.