"He replied, "I will cocksucker. But you're going to have to make me come if you start this, are you sure you're ready for this faggot."I answered qui...kly, "Yes sir, I want nothing more than to suck a big load out of your huge black cock."I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement, fear and anticipation. His briefs held back a huge bulge, I started rubbing it with my hands and leaned forward and kissed the bulge through his boxers. I then slowly. She subtly shifted her legs apart, slowly arching her back against George’s chest.She could feel his erection brush between her legs as he adjusted his stance, an inch at a time so as not to be noticeable. Veronica was aching to feel him inside her.“And that’s time!”Veronica felt George groan against the back of her neck. George bent down quickly, scooping up their robes as the class began to pack away their equipment. He quickly wrapped one around himself to hide his hard penis. Veronica. As she showered, she found herself paying extra attention to shaving her legs, especially her bikini area. She couldn’t understand why, but she wanted to be presentable to this new, strange man that was about to see her completely naked in her own home.She knew she would be getting undressed eventually, so she just put on a robe, with nothing on underneath. A light touch of her favorite perfume, and the doorbell was ringing. When she saw Terrance through the glass, she suddenly realized how. ’ ‘Oh, of course not.’ The wooden match with that flash of beautiful fire, the chemical stench of its ignition so reminiscent of cordite. I felt myself harden at the smell, such wonderful old memories. The Arden. Normandy. Berlin. St. Petersburg. So many good memoires to go with that odor. I sucked the flames into the tip as I turned the nubby cigar, letting the first hints of smoke coat my tongue and blend with the scotch. A delightfully deviant taste of oil, leaf, and age-blended smoked-peat.