As soon as he got hard, which didn't take long, I straddled his legs. I reached down, grabbed his cock, which was quite large, by the way, and put it ...n me.He looked up at me with his big brown eyes, watching my tits bounce up and down as I rode him. I know that he wasn't expecting sex, and honestly, neither was I. The spontaneity of it was exciting. I put my hand on his chest and began to quickly grind on his cock. He reached up and squeezed both of my tits. My brass bed squeaked beneath us. I. Joyce was sitting on a maroon leather couch, her eyes puffy and red, and she was dabbing them with a tissue. Bethany directed me to the matching winged-back chair and I sat down. Bethany sat on the couch next to Joyce, but between Joyce and me, sort of like a buffer or a moderator.“Joyce, did you have something to say?” Bethany prompted.“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. “I should have listened to you. I didn’t realize how much damage a simple phone call could do. And I didn’t realize how. We are a white couple in out late twenties. As I write this letter my wife is in the bedroom with two black men, a yellow and a brown man trying to have our fourth baby. I can see her on her hands and knees with Chan behind her fucking her doggie style and Darryl on his knees in front of her getting sucked. We are very excited and hopeful to be adding to our family. I am in the den and Brenda, a nice black woman that I see about once a week, and she has my 8 cock down her throat to where her. “How was your night?” Cath asked Sue. A wicked gleam in her eye.“Incredible, then average.” replied Sue.“It looked pretty good to us.” Dave interjected.Sue cuddled into him and described her version of the night’s events, saying that she had the most mind blowing orgasm ever. But that Kevin had woken her half an hour ago and he was really horny again, which in turn had gotten her horny. But even though he was slow and careful, it had hurt and she found herself wanting him to finish quickly. But.