"June, what the hell? I don't even think I could, if I wanted to." Damon confessed."Don't worry you will, even if it kills you" June laughed, her eyes...glinting with a purple cast.Before his incredulous eyes, a tent of bedclothes formed where his manhood proudly defied modern medicine. June grasped the bedclothes and tore them down. Her well-manicured hand slid up Damon's body, taking his hospital gown with it. In a single fluid motion June mounted him, sliding down and swallowing his hardness. Then after a longer break when he was erect again, she climbed astride him riding him from on top. This was a long slow session. she orgasmed twice or more and he came again. They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Rosemary could feel the boy’s semen dribbling from between her legs but sleep overcame her. Finally rolling apart in their slumber for a peaceful night, both of them exhausted by the emotional and physical exertion of their passion. In the morning Rosemary woke up with a hollow. I mean no disrespect, but have you ever been with a black man."She is shocked. She looks at him for a minute."Oh my. What a question. I'll be truthful with you. The only man I've slept with is my husband." The reason I asked is I hear about a lot of women want to have their husbands watch them with a black man." Really? I can't imagine why they would want to do that." I think it's the forbidden fruit thing. They know they shouldn't but they can't resist the temptation." Have you ever thought. Then my friend took over. She gave it some firm and fast strokes and I felt an orgasm was on the way. Since she knows me, she noticed it and said: If you dare to cum or spill the drinks you are in real trouble. Balancing the drinks was getting harder and harder. Just before I was going to cum she stopped and ordered me to serve the drinks. Gratefully I did.After serving the drinks I was standing there with an empty tray and a rock hard cock, not knowing what to do next. The selling lady came.