There was something erotic about the feeling of his cock as the urine squirted out. I think he felt it too because it began to get a little bigger. Wh...n he finished I took the basin back into the bathroom and emptied it. As an after thought, I wet a washcloth under the water tap and went back to wipe him off.Again he jumped when I touched him. "Wh - what are you doing? God damn that's cold!" Just cleaning you up a little. Why don't you have any hair on your body? Is it some sort of disease?". I took a long warm shower wondering if her and I were still lovers or even friends. I hung my head down sitting there in the study with John. I heard the typing stop as John looked at me across the desk in his study. I hung my head for a few seconds more hoping he would lift it however he did not lift it. I lifted my head looking up into his dull almost lifeless blue eyes. I reached across his desk touching his arm with my hand. He felt cold to my touch as I rubbed my hand on his arm. I guess I. 'Fuuck' i whispered. She dabbed the tip and wiped away a blob of sticky juice, then tasted it on her fingers with a 'mmhmm' sound of approval. I heard her unzip her jacket. The torch switched off. I reached out in the dark and undid her blouse buttons, releasing her boobs into my hands. I held their weight, fingers exploring smoothing across nipples, gentle twists , squeezes and a little pull there. Both of us were breathing hard now. She lifted her bum up off my legs and her fingers grabbed my. I raised my legs into the air, spreading myself wider, accommodating James's huge size. We settled into a rhythm, long slow strokes, my hips rising to meet his thrusts, allowing the deepest access he could.I could hear myself moaning as I slurped on the black cock…James continued to move his hips slowly as he grabbed my legs and lifted them over his hips and around his ass. Then he began to pump harder, I began to squeal as much as I could with Francis cock now deep down my throat…Without.