" Oh Sula, how wicked!" Leona tittered with delight. "That will be onefine punishment for the man who used to act so arrogant and superior tome, just ...ecause I'm a black woman! How can I ever repay you?" Well." To my surprise, Sula began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. I feltthe heat rise in her groin, "All this talk has made me very excited. Howabout another session... like the last one?" Oh Sula, Bay-Bee," Leona sighed, kicking off her shoes, "Sometimes Iswear you can read my mind!"As I. I watched my pussy, as I always do, spray hot cum into the air between my spread legs. Then another eruption and I closed my eyes as I stifled what I knew would otherwise be a loud, ear-piercing scream of fulfillment.I finally collapsed back against the chair, my legs trembling greatly with the most awesome orgasm of my life. My chest heaved with harsh gasps and an overpowering buzz filled my ears while I sat unmoving. I lost track of time and don't recall how long I sat in the chair, with my. Despite my family's tendency to transform into Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought my mind back to a Christmas many years ago.It was 1982, and I had turned x three months earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of puberty and was an attractive kid; I played on the JV football team and was reasonably popular. It was Christmas Eve, and I had gone upstairs to my room after spending the evening singing carols with my. But I obviously like people to see and admire my tit-tees, or I wouldn’t be wandering around the supermarket like this at 11 o’clock at night.” “You mentioned breast sex?” she asked. “Well, yes, you know, titty games–getting them sucked on and played with ..titty-fucking your lover…you know, having him rub his cock and balls all over your tits and shoot his cum all over your nipples and tits, and rubbing it all in with his penis…you know,.