It was another excruciating wait for another half an hour before I made a move. I slipped off my bed and walked over to near her bed. She was sleeping...like an angel, her legs spread wide.Unlike the last two days, this time I didn't settle of the floor. Rather, I sat on the edge of her bed. After the titillating experiences of the last two days, I had every reason to be bold. I carelessly pushed her gown up and slipped my fingers inside her panties. Just a touch of her curling silky cunt hair. Jerome was one of the earliest black studs in my stable.Back in ’76 I had a basement apartment and he lived upstairs.He met me,as a female,one day when I was returning from grocery shopping.I was dressed casually in a sleeveless maroon turtleneck,mid-thigh jean skirt and a gaff under sheer nude hose with tan,3′ high-heels.I wore a short blond wig of natural hair and light make-up.He walked up to me,wearing a wife beater t-shirt and sweat pants with sneakers, as I began to unload my groceries. The butterfly tingles in his cock armed themselves with sledgehammers and started beating on his insides, demanding to be let out. Glistening with sweat, Damien felt his balls contracting. His muscles tightened. His mouth sucked down harder on Rebecca’s cock, and the cum that he had been holding in for too long surged forth. Rebecca felt the contractions that signaled his orgasm – she jammed her fingers up his ass as far as she could, trying to reach his prostate. When the first shot of his. Rudy and I were lying naked on my bed smoking a joint. We were both sitting up, side-by-side with our backs against the headboard. Rudy’s body was lean, hard and dark, with wisps of black hair everywhere. He had just come out of the shower after getting back late that night from his job at the party store. His penis was lying flaccid and small in his pubic hair, completely relaxed. The marijuana had affected me in just the way I had hoped. I had a warm, sensual feeling in my center, and my skin.