She looked at him and blushed. "Actually, I was kind of hoping that you..." she dropped her head unable to finish her sentence. But she didn't have to... "Oh, I see..." he said as the meaning of her faltering words became clear. "You don't have to if you don't want!" she said quickly, trying to regain some of her dignity. He smiled at her and reached out for her. He pulled her down to straddle him, sitting on his lap. Putting his hand to her cheek, he softly stroked her delicate skin. She looked. If I didn’t open my mouth I wouldn’t get any air, so I just went for it. I slurped and licked and swallowed his cum. Finally he let go of my head and he asked “how does it taste white boy?” “It tastes salty and bitter and it’s lumpy,” I said. With that James let out a howl. “Well I’ll tell you what, you get over here and put your mouth where that juice came from.” “Umm, I’m not gay or anything,” I said. “I don’t care. I fucked a lot of white boys when I was in prison. It’s all the. “This feels as great as it looks. ”“Your words and body’s reaction is sexy.”Her mouth opened and began taking him in. Her tongue was licking the underside. Her hands were holding the base of his cock tightly. Her mouth never closed as it went farther down. She blew on his quivering hard on, then sucked air in. She brought her hips and legs around, so they straddled his chest. Her face was between his legs, her mouth clamped on the glans of his penis. Her tongue went to task, licking, flicking. Nothing they said was slanderous. They took good care and probably legal advice to avoid that but they noted that Henry and Samantha had lived together at the flat before she married Marty and that when she came home on business Henry was always there during the week even when he was stationed at Windsor. How they knew this was a mystery to Henry and Samantha but they suspected the janitor. Then, of course, they had to tell the story of Rupert and Imogen and hint at a liaison between him and.