She was still in her school clothes but had taken off her heels to be more comfortable as she ran bare-footed to the front door.Miriam opened the door...to see a tall black young man standing at the door with a suitcase in his hand."Mrs. Smith," he said. "Coach Carter said that you would be expecting me. My name is Marcus, Marcus Taylor, but me friends just call me, Bull."Miriam was dumfounded. Coach Carter hadn't told that her "boarder" would be a Negro. She didn't consider herself prejudicial. So the days leading up to the marriage and the wedding days got over quickly. We barely had time to talk to each other during that time.So a couple of days pass and we tried to get close every day. She sleeps next to me in shorts and we cuddle. Her cleavage and thighs would give me an ever raging hard-on but I would never take it forward. As the days passed, we got as close as kissing and seeing each other naked. And boy, was she hot.The most erotic thing about my was the shape of her boobs,. There stood my neighbor Peter… my handsome black neighbor.He was completely dressed, in black jeans and a black shirt.I blushed and smiled at him, knowing that he had caught me masturbating. But Peter simply smiled and pointed down. My eyes moved from his and swept down, pausing at the bulge in his black jeans. My naughty fingers started moving again.I put my forehead on my arm, but pushed my butt towards him, an invitation that I did not even speak. My fingers continued to work through my. With every wave of pleasure radiating through his body, Victor was losing control pumping his hips to meet my thrusts.He was making some loud screams like a filthy bitch; something I had never heard before in him.With his thick hard cock buried in my throat and fucking his sweet ass I lightly squeezed his balls with my free hand.Those deep guttural screams made me finally wet, as a giant river of cum suddenly blasted down my throat, filling my mouth again and again while he repeatedly shot off.