"Who do you think it is?" Asked Frank, nodding in the direction of the slapping, squishing sound of wet flesh-on-flesh."Dunno." Replied Joe. "Maybe it...s Coach Jones!"They laughed to think of their rugby master like that and Frank peeled the skin from the head of his cock like some exotic fruit, stroking the shaft luxuriously as Joe spat in his palm to aid his hand-over-fist action."It still looks to me like you got a couple of coconuts hanging down there." Joe smiled, leering at Franks. “Sure you’re up for it?” “Yes please Daddy.” You smile, sit up, and slide to the end of the bed. You grab an ankle and tug me down the mattress until my ass is at the edge. I move to sit up, and you push me back down. “Just lie still.” You reach under the bed frame and pull out a box of climbing rope. You grab the thin blue cord first. “Give me your hands.” I place my palms on my stomach. You turn my palms to face each other, but place them about 8’’ apart. Wrapping the cord around my wrists. In my anger and then in the heat of this incredible fuck with Marc I had forgotten. I should have stopped him, but pure pleasure had overtaken my body. As I felt his big black cock stiffen and swell, my pussy was overtaken by more pleasure than I thought possible. My body released into the most incredible orgasm I have ever felt. It seemed to last forever and I was still in the middle of it when I felt Marc begin to blast his potent African seed deep inside my fertile pussy. His huge black cock. She said only people who love each other did that stuff. She said that dad loved both of the sisters, but was married to Mom."An older girl out here showed me the ropes when I was fourteen. We did it lots, until I was sixteen and she was eighteen. Then she found another boyfriend."There was an older lady that had me do some odd jobs around her house. She was the one who showed me how to make love to a girl. She loved to have me kiss, lick, and suck on her titties for hours. She showed me how to.