One night I was home alone and I got a phone call from a stranger man.He said his name was Omar and he was the black man who lived on the house next d...or. He said he would like to come down to my place and talk to me but he didn't want anyone to see him come here. I was scared and didn't really know him, so I said no. The next night he knocked on my door and as I open it I could see him look around real nervous worried about who might see him talking to me... He asked me if he could come in,. Mostly I’d call my mags ‘Spunk Queen’, and there’d be ‘Big Tit Spunk Queen’, ‘Cleavage Spunk Queen’, and other variations on the theme. I’d print them out and I put a lot into a binder and took them to show Miss Debbie. At the counter, I placed my purchases down and then opened my case to pull out the ‘Spunk Queen’ magazines ‘brochure’. You can guess how pervy my captions were – stuff like ‘for pervs who only see girls bare in mags’, ‘She will make you spunk your pants’, and lots and lots of. She cried out and sucked oxygen. She attempted to sit up and then immediately threw herself backwards on the bed. Finally, she pushed my head away and gasped out “Stop! Stop! Oh my God! You are killing me. Please stop.” She lay flat on her back gasping for air. A thin sheen of perspiration coated her body. She had previously placed two bottles of water on a nightstand and I handed her one. It took her about five minutes for her to return to normal breathing. She looked at me and said “I’d love. ( Part 2 )The look in our eyes as we studied each like predators would do when in the wild.The tension broke by her initiating the first move.As she started with a sexy dance, teasing me with such tempting delight.She put herself in a doggy style position and she continued feeling on herself. Her hands slid up and down, with a time one just stopping dead center of crown of her asshole. Softly tapping her ass as if putting a request and kindly asking the ass to, Open up Heaven's backdoor.The ass.