I touched my own breasts; they are heavier and rounder than Jacquie’s slim pears with larger darker nipples that were aching with my arousal. I groa...ed at the pleasure I felt.I couldn’t wait any longer. My arousal had overpowered any feelings of guilt or fear of being caught that I might have been feeling.I raised my knees and parted my thighs as wide as was comfortable before running my fingers through my sticky mass of black curly pubes. I combed the hair apart to reveal my slit, my labia. .please...**** me...use me...hurt me...I love it," Amanda begged as she gripped the bed sheets for support.As Leon's cock painfully stretched and filled her virgin ass, any further talk was cut off by Amanda's approaching orgasm. Shocked to find that despite the pain she felt, the sensation of being fucked in the ass by Leon's big black rod was more than Amanda could handle and she was climbing to orgasm again. Reaching between her legs and pinching her clitoris as her orgasm convulsed, she. ”Paul Macon’s eyes grew wide. He’d never known anything about any of that.“Now if people can’t go certain places,” the grown man continued, “or get certain jobs, just because of race, well that’s not exactly ‘liberty and justice for all,’ is it?”Paul shook his head.“But we kept right on saying it,” Jim told him. “We kept saying it for years and years: ‘with liberty and justice for all.’ I said it and you said it and we all do. So, like, why?”“I don’t know,” Paul admitted. “It sounds kind of. “One more thing.”“Yes Becky?” I asked as I turned around to see Becky lift up the hem of her sweatshirt, exposing her shredded eight-pack abs, ribbons of serratus muscle, and deeply etched devil horn waistline. I could feel my jaw drop as I struggled to look away from the muscular perfection of her sculpted adolescent midsection. “How do you like these goodies?” Becky asked playfully.A second later I was alone, with engorged nipples, damp panties, and tears in my eyes. I was being sexually.