I then started to undo his d-ring belt buckle and unbuttoned his jeans. He did the same to me. It took longer than I had imagined considering We wer... making out. I then proceeded to pull down his jeans and take off his shirt . He also did the same to me . He was then laying on top of me in only his grey boxer briefs and starter socks, and I was laying under him in my checkered boxers and starter socks. I could see a substantial budge In his briefs and and i to was now completely hard . His. The movie wasn't at all titilating as I thought it was. A couple of days pass and I'm returning the movie and this time, with more confidence, I enter the adult section of the store and begin another search for real porn. Row after row same thing...couples posing on the cover with the crazy 80's graphics we all know and love. Then I finally get to the back row of the adult vids when I come across something that peaks my interest. Something very familiar leers out at me. I bend down to get a. Brad taught me to suck his cock one day he called me his “Dirty Girl” because I was half black and with my long hair I did look like a girl heck I even had little titties and my ass was round and full anyway he told me he wanted to show me something in the attic but when we got there all he had to show me was his cock it was big alright his pubic hair was coming in nice I saw and his balls were hanging low and looked full and so he told me to get onto my knees I hesitated and he slapped me hard. I held her tight as I fought back my own tears. My best friend had my heart in her hands and I could say I had hers equally. Our bond was special beyond comprehension how we got here was crazy but really boggled my mind is how we kept these feelings from each other for so long. I kissed her on the forehead. ‘No more tears baby girl, I’m here for you as I’ve always been.’ Chantel sat up on the bed, so I did the same with my against the head board. ‘Jamal’ she started. ‘Jamal, you’re everything.