I can feel your hands on my head beginning to slowly move it back and forth and in small circles. Your hips begin to move as I suck your cock further ...nto my mouth. You can feel it touching the back of my throat as I suck harder and your hips move faster. I know you are about to cum and I want you to…I want to taste you seed sliding down my throat. I suck faster, caressing your balls, rolling them in my hands, squeezing them. Then with one loud groan you cum in my mouth and I swallow it…tasting. “Yes I like my coffee black and would not mind giving him some white cake” she tells me as I started to have sex with her. One thing I did fail to mention the guy at the cafe was a businessman in his late forties, a good looking black fellow.We had one of our best sex encounters in years. Must have been the black coffee.After our sex encounter we showered together. We both were in our robes as we headed towards the kitchen to sit and talk so more. We both were in a good mood.Once at the table. She knew the other two women were called Ruth and Sallie, but in all honesty, she often got them confused and called them by the wrong name and gotten a dirty look in return. Meg knew she was terrible with names she wanted to get it right, but her memory refused to cooperate with her well-meaning intentions.A small hand reached out from the dark and touched her bare arm.She took a chance and whispered, “Ruth?” into the shadows and got an affirmative response right next to her bed.“Yes, it is. ” The second voice was warmer, somehow more… human. “How is its mind? Is it still intact?”“His wave patterns are returning to normal with EP levels that are slightly higher than average” It was the cold distant voice again. “The activity indicates that he is awakening, do you wish him to be sedated?”“No, I am ready. I wish observe his responses to this new form, we must all know if we are correct in our early conclusions, leave us now.” States the warmer voice, the voice belonging to the one.