He was pretending tostill be sleeping but he was smiling as I slid slowly down his pole. Hewas filling me up. The way it should be.Our pubic hairs m...shed. This is what being a woman is all about. I ammade for him. As a man, he has been designed to penetrate somebody likeme. Somebody with a vagina.He opened his eyes, and said, "Good morning, Baby."I put a finger across his lips, but I gave him one of my special looks.Sort of, slight turn of the head, slightly hooded eyes, slight smile.My. “Let’s fuck.” I pulled back very slowly, till all but the head of my cock was visible, then pushed back in.Jason groaned.“Oh … God…oh, Jesus,” he said. I bottomed out, pulled back again, pushed in again. As I picked up the rhythm, Jason’s moaning turned into groans of pleasure. “Fuck me, Andy,” he said, grinding his face into the pillow. “Fuck me.” I reached around and felt for his cock. It was rock-hard and dripping precum.I picked up the pace. His groans rose in pitch. It sounded like he was. I’m hoping he is,” she agreed. “Look, I know it’s weird and I’m hurting him. I don’t know why, but it really gets me hot when I think of him being sad and jealous watching me with you.”“Is it with me or could it have been any other man? Or maybe what you wanted was to have a white man fuck you in front of a black man who loved you,” Brent said. “Why would you do that? Do you hate black men that much?”“I don’t hate black men,” Sylvia responded defensively.“Then why?”“Because he acts like he. I noticed a lot of the men had woodies. They took their SOs and went to the cubicles outside. You know what they did with their significant others.The HoneymoonThe couples had agreed to go to individual locations for their honeymoon. Cynthia and I made our escape. We decided to escape to the Little River, Little River Airport, Little River Inn, Van Damme Beach State Park, and the Pigmy Forest. I have included the URL to the Little River Inn: Lots of pictures: http://www.littleriverinn.com. We.