I was walking to the bus''my hearth was already rocking in my chest i can tell when iam being fish, that black guy in his pickup truck was fishing me ...o get in his truck, older by 10 yrs at least....with experience i know ,,,,why they want to spend time with me and i cant step away from it, i play the dumb white boy and let it happen ''what did you buy ? comin i give you a lift i rolled one already''he drove away ''knowing a spot to smoke ''the small talk as the tension growing his smile was so. "I think I'm...." I hiccupped loudly, "I think I'm a little drunk on your delicious German wine! And my name is Rachael! Freulein sounds too formal!" My slurring was a little acted but I'd said enough."OK Freul....... Miss Rachael, would you like me to escort you to your room?"I smiled the broad grin of a Brit that had drunk too much, linked his arm and whispered, "I think that's an excellent idea, thank you!"For the record here, drunken plans are awesome but only if you're drunk! The sober. It is the principle of the thing. Not that she could do anything about that. She just had to suffer in silence.As I rammed my cock deep inside her it almost felt like I was moving her organs, reaching back she placed her hand at the entrance of her pussy, slowly she pulled herself off of my monsterous length, her legs feel wobbly as she stood up, keeping her hand wrapped on my length, she could tell how much I had inside her by how much of my cock glistened from her juices, she couldn't believe. Eve stopped grinding, eased herself of me until she was kneeling on the floor. “Let me taste it daddy” Eve said seductively licking her lips as she pulled down my joggers. She placed her hand around my cock while swirling her tongue around the head. Our eyes were fixed as she ran her tongue along the length of it before she grabbed my balls with her other hand. “Good girl” I said as I moved her curly auburn hair out of her face. She smiled while licking her way back to the top of my cock. I.