Kissing felt real to me, an indication of affection greater than sex. Sex without a kiss was professional, passionate sex happens at eye level. I let ...y lips drop onto his back. What did he feel then? My nude body was descending on him whether he sought it or no. My ass was on his, gently rubbing against it as I ground my pelvis against him to gain what little pleasure I could. My breasts were always what they noticed first. They were draped across my current victim like curtains on his. He allowed the girls to leave the table and he and Sarah cleared the table and went inside. He didn’t want to go upstairs, knowing what his daughter may be doing up there. So he sat himself down in the sofa and turned on the television. --- Not long after she sat herself down on the edge of her bed Matthew entered the room. “Hey handsome,” she chuckled at him, “did my dad see you follow me?” “I don’t know.” He answered as he put his arms around Emma’s neck. The kiss that followed was more. “You’re NOT my slave! Cut that out, babe!” I half-seriously retorted.“True, slavery was a despicable institution and my ancestors rightly hated it. However, I have the feeling that you would have worn the blue, not the gray, and I would have greeted my liberator with legs spread and my lips around your cock. Oh, and thank you for that,” Becky told me mysteriously as we ate.“For what?” I wondered.“Calling me ‘babe.’ I like the sound of that. You did it in a flash of anger, too, meaning that. Then I felt intoxicated; light headed and lost in black cock lust. I felt his hand on my head, pulling my mouth against his fully hard cock and it appeared even bigger and thicker than before. He held himself at the base and with his hand he guided my head…I moaned out loud, in pleasure.Then he slipped off from my mouth and made me stand up. He pushed me against the wall side and made me turn to face it.I put my hands on the wall and rested my face against it.Then the black man lifted my mini.