My favorites are giving and receiving oral, sucking pussy, doggy style, cowgirl and standing up. However there is one thing I have never done but real...y want to. I’ve been thinking about a long time and when I masturbate this is what I think about.The thing I’ve never done is have sex with a black man. I’m drawn to the contrast between his black, the blacker the better, and my lightly tanned skin. I’ve had dates with blacks, I’ve made out with blacks, I’ve let black play with my tits, I’ve had. You might be wondering how I could have a sixteen-year-old son at my age. I was seventeen in my senior year of high school when I got pregnant by a twenty-year-old college boy I was dating named Ed. Fortunately for me he is from a wealthy family in the import/export business. Not only did we get married, but his father paid for my college and medical school, as well as providing child care for David. So, I was pretty lucky that I got impregnated by the right guy, and wasn’t left to a destitute. Johanson's funeral. He'd died on Earth Day, and Daniel had thought it a fitting tribute to a man who'd lived so long. Thinking about it today, however, had reminded him of his mother's death two months before, and his father's less than a year earlier."Why are you sad? It's a beautiful day."Daniel started upon hearing the voice, and managed to slip around the slender trunk of the intertwined trees in the process. He fell back and cracked his head on a protruding root of one of the larger. ."Then I realized why the music was so loud. She was all but screaming as he pounded his cock into her, so loud the stereo couldn't quite cover it up. I found myself debating the wisdom of covering the sounds of loud sex with louder music, and I giggled to myself at the stupidity of it, but at the same time I was getting excited, trying to imagine myself on my back, getting the business end of that beautiful ass as it slammed back and forth - drilling a cock into her pussy. The guy must have.