I desire her with a part of me so ancient that it is nothing more than the spawn of patience. I look at her and wonder what it would be like to know h...r touch on my skin. Soft? Harsh? Dominating? Submissive? This part of me, an elder of mankind be eons, does not wonder… it waits. It waits for the answers to come. If they never come, then it simply shrugs and continues to do as it has always done. So don’t speak to me of desire. How many of you know what it is like to look upon someone and know. Thursday came and i texted my girlfriend from work to tell her i was out that evening to play football with the lads from work, she of course agreed and my evening was set for fun and play and to scratch my "kinky itch" once again.I got home, packed my make believe sports bag and set off for Mistress K's place a few miles away.When i got there i texted her as usual "here!" and got the normal reply to ring the buzzer and come on up.I did so and dashed up the stairs to the 4th floor where the. You know guys, more the meat, more the fun. At the same time, she was having fun with my thighs.As she kept rubbing up and down my thighs, she was slowly touching the edge of my penis. It was a huge turn on. Those fleeting touches seduced me more than if she had grabbed my dick as a whole. I couldn’t bear it any longer. I held her palms and placed it right on my already erect dick. The pleasure was immense!She started stroking my dick on my pants with her lithe hands. As much as I wanted to go. The black man spread Z’s legs far apart putting each leg on the adjoining chair arm spreading her very wide. He then went wild with the pleasure of eating Z’s pussy. After a short while he came up and his cock was standing tall and ready. He pushed Z back against the back of the chair, scooted her ass to the front of the seat and he inserted his cock into her honey hole. He began to fuck her deep and they both cried out with pleasure. His big black piston was fucking her like an.