I realised it was not her pussy she was feeding my cock into but her ass... she managed a few inches and started to ride that... gently ... it may not...have been my whole length but it was so tight and constricting it felt really good... after a few minutes she could not take that either and so climbed off me... I needed to cum I was so wanting it... we both got up, she picked up her clothes and after I had done up my jeans we walked the few metres to the lake... she was so natural walking naked. ”Adam looked at her and asked why they would possibly want to go to the Jackson’s given how he felt deep down about black people. Sophie brought up the day they went to the Jackson’s garden party shortly after the Jackson’s had moved into the community when even he had admitted they were a nice family. “Yes but I have no desire to be more than just neighbours,” Adam told her.Sophie counted to ten in her head in order to remain calm and told him that she had already accepted because Stella had. “Tia, how can you say such things.” He started. “I can and I just did.” I answered. “Take them all, I just have no attraction towards them. More for you and every other black-cock obsessed bitch out there.” “And let me guess, you're the opposite? A white-guys-only kind of girl?” He taunted. “You know, not all black men are jerks, Tia. Some of them are really nice and will treat you well. Just give them a chance.” “Yes,” I agreed. “They are very nice gentlemen in public. They have to be or. Oh, how I hate shopping! I guess I just don’t get it, really. I mean aren’t women constantly bitching about seeing someone else wearing exactly the same outfit? And look at all this stuff… lots of exactly the same outfits! Who’s buying all this stuff anyway! I let my mind roam around that awhile as I watched other women zipping in and out of this or that section, holding the stuff against their chests, picking here and there (through all that stuff that looks exactly the same) as though they’d.