Nearly 3 hours now.”“Shit.”I walked down the hall to her asylum, and knocked. I heard shuffling in her bathtub, slightly sobbing. She wasn’t t...king a bath; she was sitting in there, moping to her own self. I stalled, and looked blankly at Carrie, while Amanda was rolling a joint. I pointed to her with Carrie’s attention with a puzzled look. She smirked.“Heather.”The sobbing didn’t subside. I said her name louder. “Heather. It’s Tom.”“T- Tom? What the fuck? Tom? Leave!”I looked to Carrie, who. She stood there in big blue knickers, with a massive belly hung over them. As she sat down I opened her fat thighs and ran my finger down her crack, she gasped. I licked her big nipples and rubbed her box.thinking that all I wanted to do was fuck her that's what I'd do. As I rubbed her cunt she moaned so I got in front of her nad pulled her knickers down, and there was one hairy cunt. As I stood up in front of her I undressed and she grabbed my cock, feeding it in her mouth she sucked me, I. So, it all works out pretty well. You whites want to be fucked, and us black men just love fucking your mouths and cunts.”I finally had a chance to speak and said, “I don’t know about the other white men, Leon, but I can sure tell you that I loved sucking your cock and balls and swallowing your seed. I can see that this will be a much more interesting club from now on.”We continued chatting that evening, and after Leon had a little rest, he fucked my face again. Only that time, he had me lie on. Then the moans began. Again, soft and muted but steady and growing faster. Like a sensual replay, we went through the steps again of building moans and muffled cries, but this time sober. The next morning we didn't suffer a case of the giggles but did share a secret little smile as we went about our morning routines. The little kiss on the cheek she always gave me on the way out the door lost none of its innocence and yet felt like a deeper connection to her as a person, not just a mom. It's.