She was loving it. Her clit just kept growing. She moaned louder. After a few minutes of this, she raised up and turned around on her knees. She craw...ed from the top of the bed to me, and kissed me. I knew she could taste herself on my tongue, but it didn’t seem to make her short the kiss. It was deep, and nice. She kept crawling, brushed a breast against my face, until her pussy was back on my mouth. She was grinding against my tongue as she laid down across my chest and stomach. My breath. .he's considerably younger (legal! I swear! :) ) and works a minimum wage job at a local retail store close to my church (ahem). So we have differences in age, social class, race, and color (he's dark chocolate and I of course was pretty pale when we first met, but ripened to a nice buttery biscuit by summer's end!) Mix in the fact that he thinks I'm cheating on my out-of-town fiancee (spoiler alert: I don't have one!) and that he is my first black guy (er, not even close!), and we have had. Then exhaustion overtook them, his balls empty her body full! A late start for Saturday, the sun streaming in through the leaded window, waking him, he lay on his left side peering at her beside him still asleep, an angelic look on her face, her blond hair d****d over the pillow golden in the sunlight, her magnificent breasts flattened to her chest, the sheet covering her used body from the waist. He needed to pee, he slid from the bed a silently as he could anxious not to wake this charming. ‘If anyone would have told me when I was twenty I would be happy in a relationship where I had to share my husband, I would have either laughed or slapped them.’ ‘I was married before. So was was Claire. Both failed for different reasons. We ended up sharing an apartment, commiserating about the failings of men in general and our husbands in particular. We didn’t date for awhile, eight months for me, almost a year for Claire. The first few after that ranged from amusing to horrible.’ ‘We got.