His bulbous head was spreading my labia and I mumbled, “Fuck that black cock in me”. He teased me asking, “What do you want”? I then yelled,...“FUCK ME, FUCK THAT BLACK COCK IN MY PUSSY. FUCK ME, FUCK ME”. I finally felt his cock begin entering my canal. My muscles and nerves stretched to receive his shaft as I felt the pressure as my pussy opened. At first there was a pain/pleasure feeling and then turned to exquisite pleasure causing another shattering orgasm. My husband was now holding. Then Paul asked Babs to roll over onto her back. He immediately continued working her hands and arms and moved back to her neck and across her chest. Her moaning was getting louder as he worked all around her tits and in between them. With one move, his hands cupped her tits and I saw her body jump and tense at the touch. After spreading a generous amount of scented oil on her tits, he concentrated on one of them first. He worked his hands in a circular motion, gradually drawing closer and. 'What could a guy do. I stood and moved to where she sat. I bent down and kissed her. Her lips stuck to mine like a magnet as I massaged an ample breast through the fabric of her dress.I could feel her nipple getting hard. Taking her hand I pulled her to her feet and, kissing her again, I raised the hem of her dress and slipped my fingers under the gusset of her panties. Pushing my fingers into her slit I found a wet, warm and silkly hole that was eager for penetration.She moved away. ‘Some volunteers came in who weren’t scheduled,’ she said. ‘Just wanted to help out on Christmas Eve. But if you could, Clara, I’d appreciate it if you’d take a meal over to that young man sitting at the table by himself. He didn’t come through the food line, just got some coffee, and we’ll be closing the line down soon. He looks pretty dejected, I’m sure he needs the meal and a friendly face.’ Clara took a tray of food and approached the young man in dread. There was a familiarity about.