.in search of many black dicks.Once the party was in full swing we all started to relax. My brother being the thoughtful guy, got the bday boy Trey an...Ice Cream Cake. We passed blunts, said a few words and toasted to Trey. As we started to eat the ice cream cake one of the girls that came to the party said out loud..." I like white sweet creamy things running down my throat." We all paused and laughed and said, uh-oh somebody came to play. T-man jumped at the opportunity to bring one girl in. She seemed surprised and took in a deep breath as I did this, but was still following my lead in every way, verbally as well as non-verbally. She was wearing pink cotton bikini panties and standing less than my arm’s length in front of me, her panties the same height as my face. This was a pleasant site for me. I absolutely love giving a woman oral and getting them off with my mouth. It took all the discipline I could muster not to pull her into me and kiss the thin pink layer of cotton that. Occasionally, she would stroke his rock hard member. All the time his face covered in her juices and he smell of sex in her nostrils.He was pretty helpless whilst she straddled him like this; her stockings rubbing at his sides. It was as if she’d been captured by aliens or something. His arms ached, as did most of his body, but it was a pleasure-able ache in the circumstances. He wasn’t going to say no to the first spot of bondage in his life.Eventually, she came, once, then twice and still she. A moment later, as I was scrambling to get my things and leave, a man stepped out of the trees. He was tall, casually dressed, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. I looked closer at him, and he at me. He was an older guy, maybe mid-thirties. Good-looking, in a rugged sort of way. My cheeks burned, and I turned to leave.“That was nice,” he called, his voice deep and demure, “a little solo action in the woods?”So it seemed he hadn’t seen Paul, just me alone. Something about that, and.