Begin to swim along the coast, also twisting my body onto to my back, allowing me to thrust my penis above the water level while I swim, probably secr...tly wanted somebody to admire my cock from afar. After some swimming, I come to a metal dock which allows a boater to raise his craft from the water. I find myself underneath the motorboat, tickling the head of my cock in anticipation. The water swirls itself inside my foreskin as I slowly stroke my cock back and forth. Getting some leverage, I. ..g god! Ahhh slow down, h hur....Ohhh!" I wailed and wailed and was lost in my own wailing,I did not know what I was screeching about, but I learned what so many white women mean they say you feel "transported".I could not compare what I felt to the sensuality I have with my white lover. There was no comparison because it was so vastly superior and different."I'm going to love fucking you; you're so nice and tight," he said as he began slowly stroking in and out, thrusting deeper into me than. Sue and Francis had hardly broken from that kiss in the five minutes I’d been watching and listening to Jen’s caustic comments. And then I saw Jen’s hands take hold of Francis’ dark hands and gently move them from her hips to cup her breasts.For what seemed an age, Francis’ big hands squeezed and cupped Sue’s boobs as they continued to kiss and slow dance. I was struck again by the size of Francis, particularly how broad he was as he seemed to dwarf Sue.As I continued to watch, I started. These mingled with the dry bark of the trees, carried by the gentle breeze that that now caressed her skin. The feeling of the hard stone at her back, the tip of something that ran much deeper whose long journey over eons from below was followed by the water. Tera’s breath caught the flavor of the breeze, the bitterness of wheat and oat spore brought forth on the wind from the now fallow fields after the harvest. The salty taste of her own sweat, the remembered flavor of Michaels lips, of.