I was soaking wet.She surprised me by swinging around and laying on top of me, her breasts touching my own. I felt her legs part over my left thigh an... her knee work it's way up into my soaking slit. I started humping her knee and she started sliding up and down my thigh. My b**st friend's hot pussy was moving up and down, leaving a wet track of lust all over. Our lips were locked but I loved hearing her breathing harder as she got more turned on and would grind faster. I moved my thigh up. I never had c***dren, so I didn't want a man who was well-endowed. I wanted a man with a cock like his, velvety in texture, with dark hair around it and hard as a rock. I had to put his cock in my mouth, but first I needed to sniff his lovely balls, which had an aromatic musky scent, and I felt as though I was feasting on him as I explored all his private parts with indescribable lust. He also had lovely thighs (I have a leg and thigh fetish), and I enjoyed running my nose up and down his. I let go of her and leaned back against the shower wall giving her free access to my entire groin. She reached for the soap and quickly re-lathered her hands and returned them to my hanging member. I felt her sharp fingernails scratching through my pubic hair for a few seconds and then she wrapped one of her delicate little hands around my manhood and slowly drew it down towards the mushroom head.“Oh God, I love that,” I moaned as her second hand replaced the first just as it slipped right off. Ain’t none of them fools back there got sense enough to see what’s fixin’ to happen around here. If them damn sorry-ass niggers get set up here with these damn lazy-ass Indians, we’ll be saddled with all their sorry, lazy asses the rest of our lives.”“You got anything in mind for handlin’ that bunch before they get settled in around here?”“I reckon I got a few things in mind, I just don’t want to talk about ‘em right now. I’ll get with your uncle Soapy in the mornin’ and we’ll come up with.