She then asked me to finger the hole well and stick my finger and she wanted to see me sucking my finger as I take it out from her asshole. She then t...ld me to sit down and took my dick out and told me that my dick is better than my dad’s and that dad doesn’t play with her asshole and v she demanded that I do everything she says. She asked me to bend down while I am on the couch and she pulled my dick from behind and stayed sticking it. She also sucks my asshole and told me that she wants it. Lyon!”“Cum in her mouth!” hissed Mrs. Solomon, frigging her own cunt beside me, her cum-splattered tits jiggling.“Yes!” I howled as a car drove by. Brakes squeaked as someone saw us.I didn’t care.I erupted.I pumped my futa-cum from my balls into Ms. Lyon’s hungry mouth. I spurted over and over into her. My body bucked, my pussy going wild around the Black woman’s digits. Juices gushed out of my twat and cum pumped out of my dick.The dual pleasure hit my mind. They danced and swirled over them.. She was so turned on her toes were curled and were starting to hurt her. The total focus of her being was on the feeling in her pussy. She was absorbing every thrust and her pussy walls were holding onto my cock never wanting to let go. She wanted to keep me there. I could feel the pressure building up in my cock prior to exploding. Her pussy was pulsing and pushing harder on me. She was getting ready to explode too. With one last long thrust I exploded inside her, she exploded all around me.. It’s been two months since I received the letter. A car pulled up and a tall man in uniform walked up to my door. How dare he! How dare he hand me that. How dare he! I cry. I’m crying now. And always will I cry. Still, even as I stand here, I imagine he is with me. He never truly left me, right? But, all I can hear are the tears of the gray sky behind me. Are they his tears?! He misses me too. I know it. I finally shut the door. I slip off my shoes on to the rug and begin the climb up the.