Kevin had a huge crush on her, although I think he just had a thing for black girls which he refused to outright say. I could only imagine how jealous...he would have been of me to see her this way.“So this is your boytoy?” she continued, looking me up and down.I chuckled. “Jeez,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying bashfully. “Oh, sorry, I’m just like this,” she laughed it off. “Don’t be nervous. Morgan has talked a lot about you. You seem like quite the gentleman, Quinn.”I turned to Morgan, who. .?Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.- I mean… seven or eight?- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently around my balls, like singing on a piano, barely touching my swollen tight scrotum and then I felt a finger climbing up my taint all the way to my exposed bum hole.- And what do you look at when you masturbate?- At… girls?- Girls, of course, not men. What kind of girls?- Girls ... I do not. ' It felt wonderful, so nice and warm, down deep inside me. Thank you, you've made me very happy," and she held me close.I lay there, so happy, so contented, in her arms, my dick still inside her, still hard, realizing that this was sex, this was fucking, this was what all my friends talked about all the time."Howie," she whispered, "You still feel hard inside me, why don't you try pulling out some, not all the way out, then pushing back in, just do that over and over."I began doing it as she. Taking them off wasn't necessary for her to masturbate. She had less pubic hair than I did, which meant she must have shaved her crotch before. Beneath the moss of black curly triangle of pubic hair, I could see her fat labia.She was stroking her fat little clit with one hand and darting a finger in and out of her vagina with her other hand. Her eyebrows were sweating and were pointed down like she was angry. She was moaning as well. Then she stated moaning even louder. "Oh yes, fuck my.