Ill pour us a glass of wine, shall I?. As he went to change I took the plastic bags to the kitchen, still seeing his rough muscular chest and imaginin... what it would be like to kiss him there. As I filled two glasses I heard him walk into the kitchen behind me but was surprised when I felt his large firm body press against my back, his hands running down my shoulders to my hips. I gasped, surprised at his sudden closeness, as he brushed my hair away from my neck and whispered in my ear. Dont. He was already naked often in the dorm room, but then it became constant. I would come back from class and he would be sitting there naked, waiting for me to suck him. We would be hanging out, watching a movie, then he would play with himself and I'd start sucking while he just kept watching the movie. We would get back from a party and if he wasn't getting laid, I'd suck him. I was enjoying sucking him so much that I didn't even try to get laid at parties anymore. The best times were when he. This man had my back pinned to the bar, my butt on the bar stool and my ankles now over his shoulders. He began pounding me very hard and fast. After a couple minutes, he paused a bit just to lower the straps of my dress, exposing my tits. His hands went to pinch on my hard nipples, making me moan loudly. I noticed a crowd forming around us. After five minutes of this brutal treatment, I blacked out with a hard shattering orgasm. When my senses returned I noticed the signs of this black man. The only interior light was from a candelabra in the center of the table which had been set with two stemmed glasses dripping with condensation from the chilled wine they held, and two plates laden with large sandwiches and generous dollops of potato salad. Noticing the gleaming silverware atop white linen napkins which completed the tableau, I realized she had gone to considerable lengths to plan our little snack and had obviously never intended for us to leave the house for dinner."I hope you.