I surely didn't know how far it'd go, but I was fine taking baby steps then because she was beyond stunning, and there wasn't anything I wanted more t...an to do it with her."So, do you have a thing for black ladies, or is it just my mom and me?" I don't know, Kali, you're both just beautiful ladies. Your hands are mushier than anything I've ever felt, I swear." If you say so," she added, before kissing me. "What about my hooters?" Them too." So, my dad died when I was young, so when I walk down. I’m going to help you decorate.” I told her how happy that made me. We kissed and slipped into dreamland, although mine was fraught with disappointment that the disclosure of my feelings was not returned. The next morning, still half asleep, I reached for Sandy but came up empty. My stomach started to twist in knots thinking she had left. Just then I smelled coffee. I smiled to myself and decided I wasn’t going to pout about not getting Sandy to say she loved me last night. I was just glad she. The longer I fucked her the more active she became. Her mouth opened and her breathing got shallow, interrupted by long moans. They were getting higher pitch and more frequent. I wanted to fuck her purely for my own enjoyment, but the idea that I could make her cum too thrilled me.I started pounding her body with mine. I watched as she furrowed her brow in concentration. My balls started to tingle. I raised myself on extended arms and fucked her hard. I was ready to cum in this slut. . The bar was open air, and the constant breeze from the ocean was nice.But I was surprised about one thing, the bar stools were not authenticearly twenty first century they were twenty second century... But Ifound myself walking up to them anyway, it was elongated, made for'bottoms to bend over at the waist and rest their weight on their elbows.Essentially show off their asses, and in some seedier places, allowpeople to be fucked right at the bar... and oh shit... I was going tobe fucked at.