“Too hard,” he asked, “want me slower”“No, goddammit, harder, don’t hold back, give it to me harder. I love it, I love you.” With a pain...ul effort, my mother brought her hips off the bed and linked her ankles behind his back. This sent him into a frenzy of jack-hammering. His cock now seemed to be attached to a pile-driving mechanism as he held her by the hips and relentlessly hammered his cock into her. With great power he plunged into her, deep, deep into her. He thrust at her, hacking at. She was surprised though, when she took a sip of her drink and discovered what it was."It's got booze in it!" Sure it does. If my baby's old enough to get her heart broken she's old enough to drown her sorrows. If you don't like it, I can get you some regular juice."Katie took another swallow. "It's gross!" Despite her protests though, she drank the whole thing and asked for another one, which I made her. In fact, Katie had three more screwdrivers throughout the course of the evening. I paced. I kept there, staring at it, with my mouth open. It was halfway down his leg…Then I looked up at him. He was just smiling so sweetly at me, while he checked me out up and down. So; I sat there and chatted with him.I listened at him, but all the while I was staring at his cock while he flexed it for me and made it strain and relax, strain and relax, with his cock muscles. This black guy was so fucking hard, that I even could notice the veins down the sides, through that thin material. And I. Perhaps it was my long held belief that sex was a beautiful thing best experienced between equals or maybe long suppressed inhibitions, but my heart wasn't always into it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed tying this perfect female specimen to the bedposts with her own stockings and watch those perfect 23 year old nipples point to the sky as her back arched in passion and I loved the way she got so excited as I held her arms tight over her head during lovemaking, as any man would. The problem was,.