Our tits were bouncing, our butts were jiggling, and our bald pussies were glistening.Jessie shook his head and explained he could give us one-word co...mands too. He told us, “Table!”“I still don’t get it. What is the point of making them be tables? We already have a perfectly good table,” my mom knocked on the antique oak table that has been in our family for decades. The table needs to be re-finished and my brother had carved a bunch of obscene words into it when we were teenagers. There are. Please advise - Sincerely, Lance Flowers, Proprietor - Books at Leisure’Perfect. She had needed the book as a last minute gift for her Father’s birthday on Monday – so she’d immediately confirmed the order and planned to collect her goods on Saturday. She was doubly impressed when Lance from the bookstore had emailed directions to the quaint outlet with her order confirmation. Oxford was a bit further for her to travel, but she would make a day of it, and for once, leave her Husband to deal. So I found myself at the address he had given me, and knocked at the door. The door opened and there stood a strikingly attractive tall black man. His head was completely shaven, and his shirt couldn't hide his well-muscled frame. He was at least six inches taller than me, making him about six foot five. His teeth were wonderfully white and his eyes gleamed like a man who knew he was about to get some action. He invited me in to his little apartment. It wasn't particularly big, but hey, what. I stood up pulling my shirt off, walking over to Megan.I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck. “Can I take you to the bed?”Megan sighed, “Yes, let me turn the lights off first.”I held her tight. “We can turn them off, but I would rather leave them on so I can see you.”Megan giggled, letting me guide her to the bed.Once at the bed I pulled her to me kissing her on the neck with my cock pushing against her stomach. Megan grabbed my head and kissed me on the lips. We kissed a minute or two.