Semi-ret.Helen Ursinger – TV series producer. CyclistAl Berker – TV series producer/investor. Oil painting/photographerKellie Sawyer – Sophomore...in Comp Sci. PT Dancer at Club EcstasyMa Su – Assoc Prof Chinese Studies. LanguagesJace Golden – Assoc Prof Law. Criminology and cyclingBarbara Nelson – Ph.D. candidate anthropology. The CircleLincoln Kiekert – Fin’l analyst at Worthington Ind. Short story writingLane Wente – Nurse at DH. Exercise nutKatya Boyko – housewife awaiting green card. ESL.. ”“Y-y-yes!”“Come for me, Rayneena,” he said, recognizing the signs in her expression that her pleasure was mounting toward a crescendo.“Yes. So close. I... I... Ahh! Mmm!”A quavering cry of release burst from her lips as she reached her peak, her arms and legs tightening around him. Her walls contracted, though his passion-fueled strength allowed him to resist her grip and keep thrusting.“Ah, Rayneena. Gonna come,” he grunted.Raven squealed, the sound transforming into broken, breathless words. He couldn't believe it and I told him I love black men. I stripped down to my lingerie, black stockings and pretty panties. Pulled his pants and shirt off and began kissing his body all over. I finally made my way back down to tease his now throbbing 9" with my mouth and tongue. I nibbled at his foreskin and my tongue rolled it back exposing his mushroom head. My throat opened up and I bobbed up and down on it. He reached into my panties and began massaging my spasming pussy hole with his. I slid a hand under Lynda’s skirt she was either engrossed in the film or didn’t mind my hand slowly gliding up her inner thighs. My hand had made it to her crutch, l slowly stroked her pussy through the material of her knickers, she let out a sigh and sunk slightly down in her chair then glanced at me grinned and in a whisper told me to stop, but didn’t try moving my hand from under her skirt. I quickened my stroking, Lynda closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and began breathing deeper letting.