Darius never once came. I wondered if I was doing something wrong. By that point, I never had a black guy before, was my pussy not designed to handl... a black cock?“You, you aren’t cumming?” I said, still grinding and riding him, sweaty, out-of-breath. I lost track of time.“Nah. Don’t worry, Sexy Stacey, you doing a real good job. I love sitting back watching white women work my dick,” Darius said, slapping my now sweaty ass once more.I climaxed three more times in the next 20 mins. I. ......no you look scrumptious. And you've got a ham salad as well, my favourite.' Mary blushed but she knew that her efforts had been worth while. She could see the old man looking her up and down, especially taking in those wonderful legs once more. The little, denim skirt really was short, showing off her tanned thighs, and Mary had worn some high-heeled shoes which she knew accentuated her long legs.Bert almost blew a whistle between his teeth as he ogled the lovely wife, and all Mary could. I already missed that special time that I had been able to share with my mom. Now it was gone forever. They got back in town on a Tuesday, and Dan didn’t have a trip scheduled until the following Sunday night, so I didn’t have a chance to talk to my mom. My mom took Dan to the airport late Sunday afternoon, and when she got back home, she put the baby in its playpen and lightly knocked on my door. “Come on,” I said. She came in. I was lying on the bed, playing a video game. I put down the. However, all I heard from her was asmall sigh of contentment as my tongue and lips began their worship.Methodically, I covered every available spot with devoted kisses--herinsteps, the tops of her feet, her ankles, her toes. Semi-aware of myvoice, I caught it murmuring between kisses "so pretty, so pretty, sopretty." Subspace already had claimed me in its delights.Next I began to lick the areas I had covered with my kisses and pressedmy tongue as far between Mistress' long toes as I could. .