T came over and rubbed his hand across my back. He bent down, made eye contact with me and asked if I was okay and having fun. I nodded. I actually do...’t know how long this went on. Jordan was fucking me hard and then switching to very slow. From time to time he’d smack my ass, which caused me to cry out, but I loved it. I just kept looking into Patrick’s dark eyes and sucking him. We had a connection, which is really hard to explain. There was communication going on between us even though we. And by the way, there were several black men in the bar at the time. So Sally had plenty to choose from.As Sally began coyly flirting with her "chosen black man" I was struck by just how different he was from the tall, overly-muscular type of black man that I would have chosen to be Sally's sex partner for the night.Instead, the much more diminutive black man that Sally had chosen to flirt with at the bar was only about 5' 9" tall, and he had a decidedly-preppy look to him.But at least he was. I already knew it, but I played along as I moaned out, my pussy wet and stretched to fit firmly around his short, but soup-can thick penis. He pushed me down onto my chest and laid on my back as he ground his joint into my slit, his hairy and sweaty chest sliding on me and covering me with a sheen of perspiration and loose body hair. I could barely breathe, but took his pounding like the pro that I was. His cock slipped out of my vagina in between strokes and then pressed against my anal. It felt so fantastic to have my son fucking me again. Finally when Mark was done cumming and he said, Lets go to your bedroom Mom and finish this. Holding my hand he led me to the bedroom where he had me lay on my stomach on the bed. Mark began massaging my shoulders, back and waist making long sweeping movements from my shoulders down to my butt. His hands felt really good on my body and I had missed that. He then grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up into the air so I was on my knees and my.