Isn’t that right, Ms. Whoever-you-are?” My head nodded on instinct as my hands massaged the length of his immense cock, stroking my fingers...along the searing skin in small circles, twisting my hands around the girth, unable to fully grip it. His hips began to gyrate slowly, his hands cupping my head at the crown, craning it back to give himself a direct canal through my mouth into my throat. Needy for more of his thick meat, I rocked slowly on the console of the car, grinding my. We went on to the living room. Jimmy would drive his truck with Aaron while we would ride with the parents. I shrugged. It would be good. I didn’t have to drive and so would get to sit close to Agnes. We rode to the church.I enjoyed the services with Agnes. We held hands during prayers and I used the prayer time in the main service to pray for my beautiful redhead who would soon be my wife. It was comfortable to have her next to me.At the end of the service, we left to return to the farm. Agnes. I shouldn’t have shown you that,” Chet said, taking David’s silence as a sign of anger.David gave his head a slight shake and looked at his boss. “No, don’t be sorry. I guess I don’t have to try and convince her now, do I?”“There something else that you need to know,” Chet said. “And this one is the one I’m most nervous about.”“Go for it.”David was hoping that Chet would tell him about the invitation he extended to Sherri and was surprised when he heard, “When Brandon was twelve; he came home. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head as I picked up that little carton; could I make love to Jamal? Would I? What would it feel like having another man fuck me, and a black man at that! I’d heard all the usual stuff about the enormous size of black men’s cocks. Was it true? I’d been faithful to Alan for seven years and only two other guy before we met; surely one little fling wouldn’t hurt; after all, it was Alan who wanted me to commit adultery.After much.