He listed himself on a dating website." Jen looked over her husband's shoulder. Michael read further. "Hey, this is a web site for black guys looking ...or white women."Gerard's page had a few pictures of him at the beach. He had muscular arms and legs, and his chest was sculpted. He wore Speedos that didn't leave much to the imagination. Michael looked over at his wife, who was intently studying the photos. "He keeps himself in shape, doesn't he?" Michael asked. Jen nodded, her eyes locked on. . tired.”“Yeah, it was kinda noisy last night.”‘Oh God, she knows!’ he thought, “Ah, I didn’t notice.”“Oh, yes, just some of the girls were running around last night. I didn’t bother them since I figured they wouldn’t go far. They settled down finally.”“Oh.” He didn’t want to say more, not knowing what else she had figured out.By the time they got to their second camp, the girls were worn out. They barely were able to prep their tents, crawl in and fall asleep. It was just mid-afternoon, and. Vanessa and I are talking, but I can’t help but look at her sexually as I have always done. I picture us kissing, and taking each other’s clothes like this was our first time, shaking as we remove each other’s shirts, her bra, our pants and under wear. I hug her and kiss her as she wraps her arms around me and I do the same but I get tempted do something I have always dreamed of doing, I slowly trace my hands down her spine onto her ass, it feels like heaven as I slowly and gently start to. I knew it wouldn't be long before I lost my load but that was okay because I was sure they'd take me to another one. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!” Phil cried just seconds before he began filling my mouth with warm, tasty cum. “Damn, I'm cumming! Oh shit, I'm cumming!” Phil kept saying as his hips raised from the bed, sending his cock even deeper into my eager mouth. He had to have been saving this up for at least a month because I thought he'd never finish pumping his thick, hot load. I.