.. but I knew.I made a little bit of a disgusted look while I swallowed it but didn't complain.They both started laughing....What...???? I asked.Nothi...g... Just a private joke. Emily answered.My cock was throbbing now thinking that I probably just ate Amy's shit. I knew that she was going to be farting later. Amy ate a whole plateful of Alfredo. A little milk makes her fart, but this much Alfredo would probably make her like a farting machine.After we were done, I got up and started collecting. Two years was too soon. ‘We can try new things in bed,’ she had offered, when he didn’t kiss her like that anymore. She went to the lingerie store and bought a few strange things she’d never considered before. Thongs. Belts. Knee high socks. Ruffled feathery god-knows-whats! No more of those granny undies for her, anymore! Anything for more toothpasty kisses! But nothing seemed to break the spell. He just grew colder, meaner and more distant. SEX — that word became a part of someone else’s. For around four years, all I did was befriend, playfully flirt with the various black men I worked with and worked for. While Kirk was at home, sleeping, I’d be attending a huge fundraiser event we organized for hip-hop record label. Nothing happened other than flirting, drinking, dancing. The main memory I have from a night long ago was dancing with a black coworker. We both were fairly drunk and our flirtations pushed the line for more than usual.“Ain’t no way I can get home like this,” he. Once on the desk I spread her legs and pulled her towards the edge where my hard cock was waiting like a swollen battering ram. Once she was on the edge only centimetres from my helmet I pushed forward between her folds until my cock got squeezed as my helmet entered between her pussy walls. “God your tight” I said as I slowly fed my shaft inside her, her cunt walls gripping me all the way pushing my foreskin back all the way down until my groin bone ground into her body stopping my dick from.