I felt even worst because I had enjoyed it so much. I also was not feeling very good, as my pussy was more than a little sore from the fucking I took....However, that big black cock had felt good deep in my pussy after I got used it.I finally pulled myself from the bed. I took a long hot shower trying to wash away my sins. I cleaned the whole apartment twice. It was spotless by the time I was done. I sat down on the sofa thinking about just what I was going to do. About that, time there was a. It took a few strokes to penetrate her completely, but finally I felt our pubic hair mingling. She lifted her legs and drew her knees up, and I was way deep in a wonderful cunt. I started fucking her, with long deep strokes, trying to keep myself from cumming before I had a chance to enjoy her. Her hands and mouth were everywhere on me. She caressed my ass and pulled me into her. I bent down and took her nipples gently into my mouth one at a time, sucking and nibbling. She kissed my neck. I was so happy and content. The doorbell ruined all that.I jerked awake and bolt upright on my hands and knees. I looked at the clock, saw that it was 11:07 PM, and then stared at my bedroom door, open-mouthed. Then I looked at my bedroom window, making sure the blinds were securely closed—they were—and waited with choked breath to see if whoever would ring again. They didn't.Who was it, at 11 PM at night?Rattled, but recovering slightly, I slipped my hand around and removed both the dildo and. “Impossible, impossible, was I not going now”, said she thoughtfully on a sudden. “No”, I meant to sleep there; and as I had fetched a valise, I pulled out my things, took off my boots, put on a dressing-gown. “There”, said I, “I shall sleep here till Camille comes home.” “There will be a row then, and what will I do? Madame Boileau (the old woman upstairs) must know, and will tell Madame”, and she looked hard at me.Then she was attracted by my dressing-gown which was showy, but soon began.