She was wearing a nice pair of tight jeans and a white tank top. She had to lean over me on a few occasions and I thanked every god I know that she wa...n't wearing a bra. I could see the bigger part of her amazing cleavage and I could feel her warm breath on my face. I didn't want this to end. But it had to.I asked her for water and she happily obliged. I really needed it because I was already burning up. She bent down a little to grab a bottle from the fridge and the view of her perfect ass was. Sitting in the chair, Russel’s open mouth was exactly at same level of the growing size, as George leaned ever so slightly towards him. Gently, Russel’s hand went up to cover the growing black manhood, he knew, he wanted so badly in his mouth. There were no words uttered, no resistance shown as Russel massaged him through the jeans. Getting encouraged, Russ fell onto his knees and began using his both hands to feel the heft of that black stud’s cock. God, he was really enormous, truly good to. You moan loudly as you thrust your fingers in and out with short firm strokes. Index and pinkie finger are extended and rub your lips with each stroke, and the heel of you your palm presses against your clit, as your pleasure builds. You lift your head to watch. Your legs wide, you lift your hips to the motion of your fingers, and your groans get louder as you try to call out his name. You watch the muscles of your thighs and bum tighten and tremble with pleasure. You quicken the pace of your. Tears had eroded the carefully crafted face into a gross parody of beauty. "Joe, what do you think your doing? What are you some kind of freak?" Screamed Karen. "No, don't talk. There's nothing you can say at this point that would make any difference. I'm going over to Leslie's and I don't know when I'll be back."Karen picked up her suitcase and was gone. Joe started to follow. He just had to talk to her, to let her know about his feelings. Misery became panic before completing the.