"The closest thing to the African experience they have is having once seen a Tarzan movie on TV. But I will go dance with them just for you." I stood ...p by my chair and made a couple of bad dance moves. My bald head covered by the colorful scarf didn't bother them at all."Damn bitch you need some dance lessons," the tall black man in the purple shirt said."A man in a fagot shirt is going to teach me to dance." I laughed."I can teach you lots of things, and this ain't no fag shirt." he. I started to slightly panic, What’s going on here? “Oh, sorry, I must’ve left the child lock on for my little brother.” Mack apologized. He stepped out of the car, went around the front and like a perfect gentleman, held the door for me, shielding me from the rain in the process. I mumbled my thanks, and sprinted to the front porch to avoid getting any wetter. Mack was right behind me, and lurched in front to open the front door. The door swung inward, allowing a blast of warm air to hit me in. Then my hand slowly shifted towards a little above to his ass. Omg!.I still can’t imagine what a great feeling that was. His ass cheeks were too hot to bear with. Soft yet firm. He was wearing his normal night trousers, but still heat of his ass was reaching me beyond those trousers. Fearing he could wake up, I kept my caressing very slow and soft, although I wanted to grab and pinch those ass cheeks, but all I could do was to move my hand slowly over them and enjoy myself.Still this feeling. Pretty big for my first time, i hope i was going to do well with it."I'm all the way in you, how does it feel?", paul asked me, i felt like my head was going to explode but i positively answeredwith a groaned yes and a moan.I coudnt help but moan as he slid it out and moaned as he slid it in me again inless than 2 seconds."Oh oh oh, yes, fucking tight ass hole.", Paul called out.It felt great having a big older man behind me poking his cock in my ass and fuck me, it made me feel special.Pauls.