If I had to pick one guy who was always busting my balls, it was Tommy. Whether it was about my men's nylon bikinis in the locker rooms or my cum stai...ed jack-off magazines under my bed. Tommy was always busting my balls.In addition, all the women at school wanted to go out with him. He had his pick of women. He was always going out with different women, and making sure in the locker room that every guy knew that women were getting his rocks off on a regular basis, especially me.It was my. Her voice was low and thick with desire. Bill looked up at his sexy wife and then at the union of her and Trevon black cock. Denise's pussy moved slowly and hypnotically on the thick black cock. He could see the white creamy wet sheen of his wife's juices on her partner's dick. Bill knew what he wanted to do but what would they say. He tentatively moved his mouth toward her sloppy cunt. He could smell and almost taste her juices. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and touched his wife's hard. A laugh off to the side drew my gaze. Two girls, probably in their late teens, had caught the attention of the table of 20-something guys. The girls were only a little older than me, even though they'd made themselves up to look older. Their overdone make-up and clothing selection didn't really make them look older, just trashier. They were probably teases, and would lead the guys on, only to push them away when things got too heavy. Two of the guys looked like they were ready to bail on their. "Tha's ok, Massa. You touch what you want," she told him. "I's yo' nigga, too. It don't hurt too bad no mo'."He continued to fondle her saggy black breasts, squeezing them and lifting them."You got fine titties, girl," he praised her. "Even for a nigger.they fine. Colored girls all got nice titties. Nice booties, too. But you are a fine picture of a negress." Thank you, Massa," she said, warming to him, "I's glad you like me." Oh, I like you, girl," he replied. He moved his hand down between.