“That’s so we can produce lots more seed,” he told her. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” she replied. “None of the men I have known have had ...s much cum as you two.” “That’s why we produce more babies,” he told her as he kissed her. “We are renowned for our breeding ability.” She looked him in the eye. He had that look of lust again; the look that made her go weak at the knees. “Have you ever?” she asked him. She felt his cock pressing hard into her side. “Jerome and I have once,” he told her. . .. THEN... his tongue lapped again on my sloppy cunt. The tongue... his course tongue scrapped my sensitive bud. He then pushed his long tongue deep into my wet womanhood. I nearly passed out... the pleasure... it was too much. I could not stand the extraordinary pleasure. I tried to resist my orgasm but this black dominant boy would not let me resist... His tongue stroked my clit and then buried itself into my sopping hole... over and over and over. I screamed as the pleasure enveloped my. He had the skin of the south, all smooth, sandy brown. It was unusual to see one this far north. The climate was not welcoming, the people even less so when it came to strangers. Her gaze traced down his body, down his tan throat to what she could see beneath that. She felt a small twinge of guilt for eying someone so close to death while he slept. But the twinge got swept away in a greater feeling of awe. His shoulder’s were broad, his stomach a flat piece of iron. A small sprinkling of his. I would have liked her anyway, but amongst the supercilious smarminess that infected the party, she was a god-send.We retired to one of Katie's kitchens after chatting on her verrandah for half-an-hour; my elder sister teased me not to "corrupt" the young lady when she offered us more champagne on a silver platter, but I was driving and had to seek soft drinks inside. It was quieter, cooler and more private inside the house, but we could see over the garden from our viewpoint while we.