Sarah shook her ass looked back at me and smiled. I went to the desk and grabbed the baseball. I pressed the ball against her open hole, already wet ...ith her cum and lube. I was met with a little resistance, the ball turned a bit, but I pressed even harder this time. I heard her gasp as it dove inside.I inserted a few fingers and began to spin the ball inside of her. “Oh My God,” she cried, “that feels amazing!” Sarah reached back and grabbed her cheeks and spread them. I could see the white. Nuzzling her nose into the patch of hair on his chest, she too remembered. "Yeah," she breathed. "But I was horny as hell," she said, grinning, flicking out her tongue to taste the salty sheen on his skin.Her lover had to bite back a groan as he felt a stirring low on his torso. "Babe, do you know what you do to me?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. She only grinned, sliding down on his body until her mouth enveloped his growing cock, her newfound talent for using her mouth shining through and. We got round to talking about slow, sensual french kissing. We'd had this conversation on the phone earlier that day. She then said'I'm dying to kiss you, hurry up and kiss me. I said 'I've never kissed a Black girl before'....She just smiled at me. It was beautiful, a long slow deep kiss. She tasted great. I massaged her swollen breasts and started to kiss the nape of her neck, ever so gently..moving up in just behind her ear. She bit my neck and said 'I really hope you're going to cum inside. He didn’t wink. He didn’t steal glances their way. He sat there, apparently unaware that there was anyone around. It appeared that way to everyone in the room, except for Jenny. He knew the girls were there and she knew that he knew she was there. He was an old friend. She had never laid eyes on him before but she knew him. They had chatted for so long about so many aspects of his and her life that she knew things about him that even his wife didn’t know. He also knew things that her husband.