"My mom picked them up earlier. They are going to the zoo."I raised my eyes up from the paper and looked into her pale blues eyes. She smiled and lean...d into me for a kiss. Before our lips met, I got a nice view of her bare breasts hanging inside of her nightgown.Our kiss lasted a while, and but by the time our lips parted, she was straddling my leg. My hands gathered her nightgown as I moved them up her hips. She began to grind on my leg. I was lost in the passion until I felt another set of. Could he actually shave it off as he’d been told?As he sat thinking, his bedroom door opened, his dad stuck his head in. “How’d the interview go?” he asked. “Did you get the job.”“I got it,” Daniel replied, not wanting to talk about it.“Great,” his dad beamed. “When do you start.”“Tomorrow.”“Great,” his dad went on, “proud of you. Make sure you work hard and do whatever they ask.”“But,” Daniel stuttered, “I am not sure it’s right for me. Not sure I want to do the things they ask.”“Damn it. It turns me on tremendously to imagine her in these situations and encounters.I admit to feeling ashamed about it. I guess because of the taboos, the upbringings in which whites and blacks were kept apart - especially sexually - and also the racial exploitation aspect. These were the reasons why this side of my imagination always was kept apart from our real-life marriage. But the urges, the desires, just kept building and building. Sometimes it was just intoxicating, I mean thinking about her. "I'm coming. Fuck me hard!"He pulled out of her pussy, turned her onto her back on the hood and spread her long, slender legs, placing her calves on his shoulders. With the fingers of one hand he parted her wet, swollen labia, as his other hand guided his cock into her again. Gasping hoarsely he slid it in and out, slowly in and out."Play with your pussy," Greg whispered. "Play with your randy pussy, while I fuck you!"The girl stared at him, her mouth open and her cheeks flushed. She was very.