Your arms encircle me and clutch me to you. I can feel the beginning of your arousal-the one which gave you such shame the last time. Your mouth latch...s onto my neck, suckling, marking my pallid skin. I whisper your name like a prayer and you gaze at me with the eyes that capture the emotion of love better than all others. I hold you close, I run my fingers through your hair and begin to unbutton your shirt. It falls from your form effortlessly. I run my hands across the smooth skin of your. “There’s a lady’s voice from the other side and she wanted to speak to you,” Raju said.I was perplexed! But since Raju had told that lady, whoever she was that I was present, I felt odd to ask him to lie that I couldn’t be traced. Anyway, a phone call? So what? Let me face it! “Hello?” I started off by adding, “Who is on the other side, please?” “Sam, it’s me! But guess who?” the female replied. “Guess? How? I mean I can’t figure out who you are. Would you be kind enough please to reveal your. She was wearing her favorite jean yoga shorts, along with a strapless yoga bra. Her mind was in the clouds, or more the gutter, as she thought about being fucked from behind by a big black stud. This made her mouth water, as she had a fetish for black guys, since they had the biggest dicks. She had only had sex a handful of times, but only with boyfriends, and only one of them had been black. She thought wistfully of the sweaty sex they had had, when suddenly a voice interrupted her thoughts.. “Would Sir like a fudge slice?” she said. “I hear it’s your favourite.” I slapped her thigh for being cheeky, but gave her a big lick right up the middle by way of apology.“That’s fucking lovely,” I said. “But can you get on your knees and let me drive for a moment?”“Sure,” she said, as if I’d just suggested changing the channel on the TV. In a flash, she was kneeling and presenting her delicious rump to me. When I got into my rhythm in that position, she spoke again.“Mmm, it is your specialty,.