" You lean in and kiss me softly then you get more passionate with it. Your tongue dances in my mouth and you pull me closer to you. You gently push m... back laying on top of me. I run my fingers through your hair pulling you even closer. My hands roam your body, finding their way up your shirt feeling your perfect body. You sit up and take it off, and unbutton mine. You kiss my neck and run your hands all over me. I feel your cock through your jeans hardening against my now throbbing clit.. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. I ran my hand on his face and brushed his long, silky black hair off his beautiful face."Aah!" Justin sighed."Aaaarg!" Jose roared. "Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful!" I whispered doing absolutely nothing to stop my son getting from getting butt fucked by my much older lover.Jose came. He shuddered as he emptied his balls into my son's soft ass. He collapsed on his smooth back, resting his face on between Justin's shoulders. He was smiling. I saw. Your what, babe? My john, she continued, breath moist on his ear. You know, the guy who picks up a prostitute. Right, he muttered. I should have realized that. Having a little trouble thinking? Well, he smiled, its hard to think with a beautiful, passionate, amazing woman stroking your cock. Her laugh was throaty and wicked. It must be so hard to be a man and have all that blood pooling in your cock, starving your brain of oxygen. It definitely has its advantages, he answered. Umm, I can feel. She nodded her acceptance at this suggestion. She heard that it was the duty of white women to subjugate themselves to the superior black race whether male or female; she smiled at the idea and mouthed her approval toward the unseen tutor. All the while that the soft voice was whispering to her the screen was displaying a slideshow that graphically reflected the words that she was hearing. She stared at an ever-changing vista of black cocks being attended to by white hands, mouths and cunts..