Now lower your body slowly, and I will guide myself into you.”She squatted tentatively, and I felt my glans nudging her opening. Her eyes gazed into...mine and slowly a smile formed on her lips. I could feel her slowly opening to me when she let herself collapse on me, taking me entirely into her tight sheath. “Oh, Sir, that is filling me right up. You are soft and hard at the same time. It feels so good.”“Get used to it in you and when you are ready ride it up and down. Feel me slip in your. Stopping at that point, I took her hand in mine and held it, just lying there watching the line of smoke from a plane evaporating slowly.“The summer is nearly over it will be time to go.” She said bringing me back to earth.“What are your plans?” I said.“Go back home, start work at my father’s firm in October. He is a well-established architect in London. I will eventually take over the company.” She said it with great enthusiasm.Remembering what Patsy told me a few weeks ago. I said, “Will I. I pulled up my shirt to my hips as I spread my legs apart. I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and guided the cucumber to my vagina. I thought about that beautiful black cock in my dreams. I imagined that the men in that church were still holding my legs apart and that the couch behind me was the big black man with the firm embrace.My breathing was shallow and shaky as my makeshift cock pressed against my labia. I was so wet the implement slipped right in. It felt cold inside me but it. My immediate concern was to spit out what was in my mouth but that was not an option as the man’s penis still filled it, its hardness subsiding slowly. To the relief of my jaw he withdrew and I felt him get up. He left the room as did the woman behind me who now spoke just two words on her way out; “Good girl.” My wife manoeuvred in front of me and kissed me full on, preventing me from getting the man’s fluid out of my mouth. I was filled with shame, shame that I had performed that act on a.