I fucked him back, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts, then drawing back, dragging the lips of my pussy along his cock. He let his whole weight pr...ss against me and slid his hands down under my butt, pulling my ass up to meet his penetrating prick as it pushed into my pussy again and again."Oooooh, yes, baby," I panted, "let me have it. Shove your prick into me. My pussy wants you, baby. It wants your cock in me, it wants to be fucked by your big cock. Ooooh, I love that. It feels so good. It wasn’t like a bra (which I didn’t know how to do either), so I fumbled for a while before I felt it pop free. As soon as I had it off her my hands flew to her chest. Like I said before, her tits weren’t big, but they were nice, small, full A’s with what felt like fat, pointy nipples. But before I could get a good feel she gently pulled my hands away. She stood up, and I reached for her bottom. I pulled her underpants down, and as soon as I did I got the strong smell of her vagina. Radhika’s. Why do I have to keep acting like some low-life thug with them? It didn't take a genius to figure out that was not how you showed someone you care about them or how you get them to care about you back. So here I am, a young black man conflicted by lust on the one hand and a need to be respected and, yes, truly loved on the other. How ironic that I went into this to sink the hook in her, but she had the hook in me now and didn't even know it. Now what am I gonna do? Maybe her husband is right.. A flush crept over her face, knowing he could see her cunt. But she couldn't stand. She was still pissing now that her orgasm was over. She stared right at him, unable to do anything. She just squatted and pissed, watching her son as he leaned out of the window and looked at her. After what seemed like hours, Peggy finished. But her son was still leaning out and boldly looking at her. She couldn't stand up because he would see her pants were down, see her cunt before she could pull them up..