I said, "Laura wait a minute" she froze and turned, eyes down at my cock again as she looked up into my eyes I could she was trying not to look at my...hard cock, That made me harder and I pushed against the boxer material more to make it look even bigger. "Where are your glasses?" Laura was nervous, "excuse me?" "Where are your glasses, you know, your drinking glasses for a drink of water please?" "Oh, they are in such and such cabinet" "Would you get me one, I might be clumsy and knock. That evening everything was done for me as soon as my drink was empty another was there the barbecue was done for me, though truthfully I prefer my steak rare not overcooked but the lads tried. I was half cut as I went to bed Anne joined me an hour later this time to sleep the night through. The following morning Anne and myself got breakfast in bed the guys getting everything ready so all I had to do in the morning was back off the bank and head up stream as I looked through the center passage. She wasn’t in control any more, she wasn’t saying anything, all that she had was the sheer thunderhead of joy that exploded from her sopping hot cunt. It passed, finally, and she collapsed for a moment. I got paid for that, she thought to herself. Damn I’m lucky. But clarity returned and she knew that she wasn’t getting paid only to enjoy herself. She rolled off of the mild mannered fucker’s body, turned to him, lay back, and spread her legs. Her wet pussy opened, all pink and slick. He stared. It was a few years ago now, I was in my early twenties, right out of college, and still lived at my parents’ house. I never told anyone this before, so this is my way of getting it off my chest. A little background first. As far as everyone was aware I was straight, but for some time I have had a thing for big black dick. I don’t know when it first started, but it had been years at this point. I watched interracial porn almost exclusively, and I would fantasize about girls I knew getting railed.