He would make mekneel in front of him and beg to smell his balls. He would make me tell himhow I needed to breathe in his big black ball smell, how I ...ould go crazywithout it. When he gave me permission, he would watch as I desperatelyburied my nose in his balls and smelled them, breathing in deeply the muskof black maleness. He loved this show. He loved the fact that I was soaddicted to his cock and balls that I would kneel and beg like a dog forpermission to worship his balls. It was like I. " I'll make it up to you," says Sandra."Not till you're sixteen you won't," I told her."Daft bugger I'm sixteen last January," she laughed, "So sod off give us some privacy."I slipped away in the house and up to bed.I went to work next day, did me two hours and went home, well what do you expect for the money the Council pay, well we was privatised really but it was same as council like, so we did half a dozen pot holes and then sold the Tar to a gang of Paddies for doing a driveway and lent. Humari class mein ek ladki thi ashima. Wo baki ladkiyon se hatt ke thi uski gand aur boobs baki ladkiyon se bade the. Wo aksar apni friend ke sath mere agge wale table par beth ti thi. Meri height shuru se hi jada thi toh jab mai table par beth ta tha toh mujhe apni tange(legs) se bhut problem hoti thi. Toh kabhi kabhi ghutne(knees) uski gand ko touch karte the. Par wo samne se kuch na bolti . Ek din mai jaan bhuj kar ghutne se uski gand ko touch karne lga. Aur usne bhi gand achi tra se piche. My dress fell down to my waist,then i felt his hands on my hips,he gripped my underwear,then pulled until the material ripped.My heart was beating so fast,was this really happening,i was about to fuck with a 59 year old blackguy,and a freind of my dad.I thought about my boyfreind back in England.........i didn't care,i wanted him so much.I pulled the towel from him,WOW what a fantastic cock,it was no bigger than my boyfreinds,but a little bit thicker,but what impressed me was how hard it.