This diary entry was written on a saturday morning way back, and it said, took marcus to meet some friends up north. he is sex mad never got there bef...re he was up for it.interesting part of this entry is that they never got there before he was up for it, so what happened. as usual i get myself into position next to M while she fills me in on the detail while i wank.her and marcus were drivimg up north as said, from london to manchester. marcus was a casual boyfriend, black and like M in his. She smiled at me and stood to slip off her panties, then crawled up the bed and laid next to me. I saw a small but neatly trimmed bush, and I wondered if she always trimmed it like that. It seemed to be maybe half the size it would grow naturally I guessed. And while not short like as the hair on my head, it seemed she trimmed the length of the hairs as well.She laid next to me, and once again grasped my cock and started to stroke. This time with a lighter grip, so her hand slid over my skin. Meri usse thodi baat huwi wo hi mujhse bola ki apka naam kya h aur main usko apna naam batayi aur uske bad wo mujhe dekh kar smile kar raha tha lekin main uski taraf jyada dhyan nahi de rahi thi kyu ki main apni saheli ke sath busy thi uski shaadi thi isliye main uska makeup kar rahi thi.Hum sab shaadi attend kiye uske bad sabhi log khana khane lage aur uske bad wo ladka mujhe puchne aaya ki main bhi khana kha lu kyu ki wo ladka sabko khana khila raha tha aur meri kuch saheliyo ne mujhe bola ki. "You think I want something so pathetic forever?" Please," I begged. "A touch." Oh, you'll touch me." She stepped forward. "You'll get to taste me. Drink from me." Her smile twisted. "I have to pee." What?"Her fingers grasped my hair, pulling towards her shaved pussy, a fiery heart above it shaped from pubic hair. I could smell her sweet-spicy musk, an enticing bouquet. I didn't fight, eager to taste her.Crack!"Lick!"I obeyed my Mistress.She tasted wonderful, a delightful feast that I was.