“I’m so sore after our workout.”It was only a matter of logistics, not willingness. To them, it was sweet soothing relaxation for their tired mu...cles and cramps. For me ... I had my left knee wedged between Melody’s legs and my right knee between Lissa’s, both nestled far enough in to feel their heat on my thighs. I wasn’t quite sure how I’d work this, but I decided to split my attention equally between the two. I warmed cedar-scented oil between my palms and then ran my hands up their spines. I love thugs.I love businessmen, salesmen, coaches, janitors, dishwashers, soldiers.I love wealthy athletes as well as lazy n!&&@s who sit around and drink malt liquor and smoke Newports and collect welfare.I love them one-at-a-time, two-at-a-time, or a whole group standing in line to take a turn with me.(LOL, my favorite is probably still one-on-one, though)I don't love light-skinned ones, or mocha, or caramel half-breed Obama ones.I DO love black as coal ebony men and I absolutely ADORE ones. You left for his place right after work. He greeted you at the door wearing nothing but his boxers. You were completely transfixed by the size of his bulge. Your trance didn’t last long until he slapped your ass and pulled you inside. He wasted no time pulling down his boxers revealing his massive member. Your boyfriend had a nice seven inch penis but had nothing on the girth of this 12 inch monster. You sank to your knees taking the monster into your mouth and sucking the tip until he was. Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her new crafts room. He laughed and told me to have fun. Gloria guided me up the stairs. We went up into what had been the attic. It had been remodeled for her to use for her hobbies. (I was soon to learn that I was a hobby). Once there Denise soon joined us. Phil was right behind her. "Shall we get started?" Gloria asked sarcastically. Phil grabbed my arms while Gloria and Denise pulled my sweater off. As soon as my arms slipped through the sleeves.