And then………and then I felt like I exploded from the inside out. One hundred times more that the best orgasm I ever had that time watching Dawn. ... could not stop shaking. It is impossible to explain the feeling. At the same time I felt a whoosh of warm liquid rush over my wrist and forearm from deep within Susan, She said nothing. I said nothing. We did not scream and moan like in the videos. We just held one another and squeezed one another. When it was over I was compelled to hold my hand. I am not sure of course, having not timed it exactly, but I believe that there is only about 48 hours of air in the room. If I don't open the door that is. If I wanted to I could pump all the air out, or fill the volume with something unpleasant or worse something un-breathable."I let the reality of the situation sink in. While she walked around the room exploring and touching her surroundings. She looked the door over particularly closely. Spinning the tumbler in her manicured fingers. I. Not coloured. I am black! My name is Sam and in school they used to call me 'Sambo'.'I love him mum.''He's a… he's a nigger!''Mum! How dare you?'I listened to them arguing for ages but my Amy, a petite blonde, loves me and we got married six months ago in spite of her mother.Because Mrs Briggs was such a pompous, stuck-up racist I put a plan into operation which would teach her a little bit of humility.It was nine o'clock in the morning and Amy had left for work. Mrs Briggs who is spending a. He got hard again thinking about her tight little pussy.Knowing he would probably never see her again, and the fact that he had already forced her once, he decided to have another go at her. John rolled Cindy on her back and climbed on top of her for the second time. She started to wake, but he was already between her legs and shoving his cock into her pussy.“No! Don’t, I don’t wanna... , “ Cindy slurred.She was too late; John was already pumping his hard cock in her young pussy again.“Stop it!.