"He hates gay people, calls them immoral." "Those are my favourite guys to turn," I said, knowing through experience that more times than not the more...homophobic a guy, the more likely he was hiding insecurities about feelings he was having about other men. "No way," Gwen adamantly said, clearly not thinking it was possible. I laughed, "Trust me. All guys are just the opportunity away from being cocksuckers." "No way?" Gwen said, stopping crying as the conversation. Clearly intrigued her. "Have. She would make use of that! He got more of her than anyone. He was getting it now! His hips bucking as he tried to get deeper. He started to open her blouse, gradually bringing her ample cleavage into view. She arched her back, pushing her already big tits up and out in an invitation that was not lost on Pete. He took the rest of her blouse off and grabbed her firm, round boobs, putting one in his mouth and sucking. Fiona was bucking faster and harder now, bouncing on his cock while playing. This chair is not the place for this she thought as her neck was getting stiff. Not even knowing where the idea came from she got up from her father’s lap, took his hand and coaxed him out of the chair. Not realizing that she was leading him back to her bedroom it just seemed like the natural place to go. But it wasn’t an unconscious act; she had purposely led him away from his and his deceased mother’s bedroom in the fear that it might disturb him to be there with her. When he let her guide. ...get that black cumm...!!"When I realized that seeing me with a big dicked black stud between my legs was his greatest fantasy, how could I continue to disappoint him, (or myself)? (blush)) I mean (like all white women) I had always wanted to do it with a black guy, even more so after we started going to swap parties, so if he really wanted to watch me fuck a blackman more than anything else in life,... I finally agreed to do a 3-way with him and a black guy he knew from work.It turned out.