He was still in his Class A dress uniform, standard for the formalities of his job, but he was ready to be a little more relaxed for dinner. She was ... military brat, and had a thing for a man in uniform, especially those formal dress uniforms. He'd brought along a pair of blue jeans and a golf shirt to change into. He'd also brought his running shorts for bedtime, which were about the best he could do on short notice, considering he usually slept in the buff and didn't have any pajamas. He. "I love you, Alison."She gave me the sweetest smile. "Do you want to hear me say it back?" I nodded. "I love you too, Steve," she said and leaned in for a soft, gentle kiss. She pulled back just a little, her lips still close to mine, and said, "Despite what Mr. Walters wrote to you in that card, this is how I want you to remember me. Just like this. And I'll try to remember us as often as I can."I gasped and moaned softly as I came, my cum spurting up into her. As if in response, she groaned. His magnificent dark cock was inches from my mouth. I gazed up at this black stud standing above me as I was getting fucked. “feed me that black cock” I grunted looking up into his eyes “I want you to fuck my throat, make me gag on your black cock”Tyrell didn’t need any encouragement. He did exactly as I asked and fucked my mouth hard. He virtually pulled out every time, only to ram it back in harder every time.My little white body couldn’t take much more. Guttural moans were about all I could. I got hard as a railroad spike. We laid down and I played with her ears and tits until I felt my way to her palace of happiness. She trimmed her pubic fur nicely and when I ran my fingers through it she spread her legs and I fingered her slit and soon had a finger in her pussy entrance pushing my finger in as far as possible. She moaned quietly and lifted her hips up.I was hotter than I had been the night before when I made love to my wife. Ginger accepted all I had to give with a smile and we.