Her tits were bouncing. He never slowed down fucking her ass. She never stopped screaming. When he would pull her up to slam her down again, she would...beg him to stop as she cried and screamed. I couldnt stop watching. I will never forget his face. The look of lust, power and control, all rolled into one expression. His arm was rubbing against mine and his leg was still pressed against me. The entire space seemed to be filled with hot, lustful passion, I knew when I grew up that I wanted this.. She took her legs and put it around my neck and started to press my face on her pussy as if she wanted me to get into it. She then came into my mouth. Her pussy kept dripping with juice and I was sucking and drinking it dry. All the while she was twisting and turning her body into pleasure.Now, she made me lie down and pulled my night pants down and took my man flesh in her hands. Her hand felt like an ice on a hot pan. She started to lick my chest. I was surprised that my hair didn’t turn her. When we first started to discuss this, we thought about people we both knew that we found attractive enough to consider. For my part, I always thought that you were cute and would have loved to have dated you." Sure, that's what you say now. But ask George why I'm still single after all these years," I replied while laughing.With a little prompting from Kelly, George spoke up. "I know this may freak you out, but I've always had a thing for you too. You were always so kind to me throughout. ..” Kit regarded her. Underneath the dress she wore a sleek white camisole with matching tap pants. Nichelle was slender and petite from her waist up, however her hips were full and her legs muscular. About two-thirds up her right thigh she had a tattoo that encircled it. It was done in black to mimic a lace garter belt.She hopped back onto his lap and began unbuttoning his polo shirt. Kit smoothed his hand along her thigh, admiring the tattoo. “How long have you had this?” he asked.“A couple.