” Francine is a stocky woman five feet eight inches tall – far from chubby, but thicker in the waist than the ideal “hourglass” figure magazin...s portray. Nevertheless, she is fit as a fiddle, with a very pretty face and long dark hair she braids down her back all the way to her waistline. When she took a breath after that kiss, all I could do was whisper “Wow!” After we both sighed deeply, she kissed my mouth again, this time with her lips parted and her tongue darting between my teeth. I could. You should have told me how good it was. Now fuck my pussy really good, with that big dick, brother. Make me come again." As soon as we got it on, he was too busy to be annoyed. I felt annother slight tinge of pain when he put his large, manly cock into me, but I was soon so into his thrusting with the background chorus of boys talking dirty, calling me a slut and whore, and cheering my brother on that I was soon overcome by a dizzying round of repeated orgasms. After all the loads of hot come. I open the door and ask him his name in Swedish. I whisper softly, “vad heter du?” He responded quite sexily, “Ja, jag heter Tobias.” I love the name Tobias. I sit on the edge of the bed, cross my large legs at the ankle and say, “undress Tobias.” He smiles a nice smile with skin slightly reddened by the sun and begins to undress. He slowly removes his wife beater shirt, and then allows his long shorts to drop to the floor. I love the look of that gorgeous dick hanging out over his black. " I'm glad." It wasn't wonderful for you was it?" I enjoyed it. I loved the feel of you inside me. You know, Shelley is right." Huh," I said, sounding more intelligent than I felt."You are a pretty neat guy."That was nice to hear, but she hadn't come. Nor did she that evening when we tried it again. Later, lying in bed with my roomie in the next room and Kristen blocks away, I relived every detail of that experience. I decided that my worries had been silly. My finger had been there before me;.