I then moved my hands over to her boob’s n started pressing them hard n moaning started from her n she immediately took my shirt n threw it away n d...sperately pushed Me onto d bed n started liking my nipple’s n rest of d chest n stomach ,I then removed her shirt n pushed her onto d bed thus by coming on top of her n later removed her bra n for d first time i got to c huge, firm n spongy kind a boob’s which where agonizingly tempting ..I then rushed onto one boob n started licking it real bad n. She agreed and we met at the local tube station. She was blooming. A big massive tummy on her, she was beautiful.We got to mine and sat and chatted. 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. She lay upon the bed, feeling safe in his arms. Little shivers ran through her body. It was her first orgasm.As John held her, her shivers changed to a quiet shaking. He felt moisture on his chest and knew that she was crying. He allowed her to cry for several minutes. He knew the answer before he asked the question, “Why are you crying?”“Jack doesn’t love me.”“Why do you think that?”“Because if he did, he would have made love to me like that!”John smiled, “The other day you were surprised that. He was asking about my wife, and I think I caught him glancing down at my cock, and of course he caught me glancing at his. The talk of my wife threw things into a tailspin, as I envisioned his massive cock inside her. My cock started to get half hard, which was even more humiliating. I pulled my hand away, and tried to recover with as much politeness as possible. I quickly changed and was out of there. I had hoped the locker room scene would not resurface. It was embarrassing bumping into Ron.