My early thoughts almost forgotten. As the night wore on we decided we would all sleep down stairs, Me on the sofa, and Brooke and Madison on the airb...d on the floor. A proper sleep over. After so much drink I was feeling drowsy and was asleep within minutes of lying down. I dreamt of Brooke. She was there infront of me and was naked from the waist up. Her tits were right infront of my face and her dark nipples hard. I pressed my face into her breasts but when I opened my eyes I was looking at. “I didn’t hear you, what?” he sighed as apologetically as he could muster – a tone which fell flat as soon as he spoke.She shifted and pointed to the key, “That’s the only key, Brian. I’m going to go now.”“Coffee? It’s still early.” He remembered her as a near zombie in the morning without it, briefly wondering how she could be so upright at this ungodly hour.She smirked, the action held very little warmth, and it frustrated him. She sauntered into the kitchen, tossing her hair over her. "Well you could always just suck it" I said."You randy bastard" she said "that's all you want isn't it" No it isn't" I said "I want to see you fucked as well if you'll let them" Roll down your window and get your fingers on it" As I was saying this I'd unbuttoned her blouse and unclipped her bra. Her tits which just happen to be DD's fellout and I started playing with them and she was stroking her clit.This got her going as I knew it would as her nipples are very sensitive, and within a very. My lust for black cock seemed to intensify greatly and I knew that this was the time to make a move and get me some of that!!!! After talking with this man, I finally worked up the nerve to stop the originator of my black cock fantasies, Art. . At first I was a bundle of quivering nerves talking with him. He made me feel so comfortable just being around him. He made me laugh and put me at ease. Had I been able to, they would have had me that night at their commands. I talked to Art off and on.