When I felt that I was getting close to cumming, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and said, "Baby, you give a great blow job and I'd love to shoot my...cum down your throat, but today I want to cum deep in your pussy. I've wanted that for so long and today I'm going to have you." I cleared off the counter top and asked her to lie there on her back with one leg hanging over the edge. I carefully got on top of her. I could feel her tits pressed against my chest as we kissed. I reached down and. That was when she was only a teenager. She was older now, though sometimes she would find herself returning to the old fantasies that first introduced her to her own body.Now she was hearing those sounds, the sounds she had imagined all her life. The bated breathe, the rustling of clothes, and even what sounded like a moaning, forced through pursed lips. She gathered up a few books and silently got to her feet. She'd go to return these books, whatever they were, to the back. Of course. That was. One evening I instructed you to wear your garter belt and stockings, a black bra, a short skirt and a button up blouse, but specifically said no panties. You asked what I was up to but I did not answer. I grabbed a couple of Mexico blankets and we headed out to the car and started driving.You didn't have to wait long as I started to fill you in on my plan. Knowing your love of exhibitionism and love of outdoor sex, I told you we were going outside somewhere, I was going to hide nearby and watch. As a black man, that stung me to the depths of my soul. Christianity wasn’t for me. My fellow Haitians, sons and daughters of Africans who were the first to overthrow white oppression, continue to be mentally enslaved. Every weekend they bow down before the white male image. What Europeans told them God is. Doesn’t make sense to me. Also, I’ve met middle-eastern Jews from places like Morocco and Syria. Those guys look like Arabs. Jesus Christ probably looked like them. He wasn’t a white guy..