A Black man was behind her and it looked, from my angle, like he had his fingers in her pussy. Jaye's thighs were starting to quiver. "Samuel...!" she...moaned. He moved in front of her and she fell forward, grabbing his hips and burying her face in his crotch. I kept on sliding my fingers into her and jacking her hood while she held his Black cock, showing the crowd her wedding rings, and licked it, its base, his pubic hair, his ball sack – everything short of actually putting it in her mouth.. His tongue travelledslowly down the length of my arm, picking up all the sauce. I couldn't exactlyremember how I got the pasta sauce on me in the first place but I was glad Idid. Then he moved to my chest. Licking the top of my breasts, between themuntil my shirt blocked him from going further. He moved his head up again, histongue running over my neck and collarbone. I held his head to me, loving thefeel of him.Suddenly he stopped. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. He put his lips tomy. He hadn't been this wasted since he got out of the Army, and he was very sure that Jackie had never been that wasted, period.The party hadn't died down much, although there had been a few celebrants felled early, and heat and noise and booze had made a lot of the costumes look more than a little disheveled. The heat and the noise were getting to Mark, too; he was overdressed in the flight jacket and the helmet, and somewhere inside him, he knew he'd better take a breather.It was quieter out on. He needed no added encouragement as he thrust forward probing her ready pussy and then driving his shaft in to the hilt. Carols head rolled from side to side as she surrendered herself once more in total erotic passion. She was nothing more than a lustful beast, a wild animal in heat shamelessly being fucked and still demanding more. Jim gripped Carols hips as he thrust his pounding cock ever faster and deeper into her seemingly insatiable pussy. Her slash was oozing as her steaming juices.