"Mmmmnnnn-uuuuuuu," I tried to thank him."This is your life calling."I'm not sure what it was, but something about these words feltespecially ominous ...o me. Even in my orgasmic haze, I began to reflecton them a little. Of course, Victor had said the same or similar thingsto me many times before, but I couldn't help but detect somethingcalculated in Kyle's manner and tone.Looking over, I noticed now that Victor and Vanessa had also finished,and, like me, Vanessa was cleaning her man up with. The desire on all sides was even greater. … I received D. a brief two-prater, stockings and boots, after a little small talk of everything and that, I went on the offensive spread his legs a bit and gave direct insight, it was not long before D. his hand approached my wet column and held with his finger causing games that made me even more humid , My friend leaned meanwhile laid back and watched the spectacle as I had presented myself and smiled at me, nodding his head to, I enjoyed how. My husband will be back soon." It's all good, Baby. Hasta la vista."And with that, he logged off. That got me going. I HATE not having the last word. So, I just sat there, looking at the big cock right there in front of me. I hadn't lied about not wondering what a big cock would feel like, but as I sat there, my pussy getting wet, I sure was wondering about it then. I squeezed my legs together and logged off, made supper. I didn't tell Pete about my conversation.The next day, I checked the. I've never really been fucked before. The word that I thought so crude describes this act perfectly. Fucked, FUCKED, I was being FUCKED, I was being filled completely. FUCKED by a stranger! A total stranger, a black man that I'd first seen probably less than thirty minutes ago is FUCKING me like I've never been fucked before. In truth I've never been fucked before full stop. How long since I met him, what time is it I wonder? Stranger, what's so strange about stranger? He'd kissed me in places.