One particular morning I awoke, cock rigid (as is often the case) and pulled on my running shorts and tee-shirt and headed out to the woods. The woman...was there, and this morning she was wearing a skimpy vest top which barely concealed her medium sized, bouncing tits, and a pair of white, figure hugging shorts. I could see the line of her thong through the thin, tight fabric, and as I ran along behind her my cock was pulsing and straining in my shorts.She turned off one way, and I darted into. Thrusting, humping came naturally. She writhed, moaned, spoke in gutteral tones demanding that I fuck her. I don't know how many times she came. I know that I came in her vagina twice. My first experience all for being a black male. I probably made love, had sex, whatever a couple dozen times with mom.I never did her daughter.However, I did "mate" with two of her white girl friends, one at a time.As an aside, I was young and foolish and NEVER used a condom. Lucky for me and the girls and. Her long stems led up to her big, round apple shaped ass, which was barely contained by the fabric of her little shorts. One could see her puffy little camel toe strained against the front of the gray cotton, with the faintest suggestion that she was wearing no panties, as the fabric appeared to be a little moist. She was a complete knockout, from her pretty little pink toenails, to her bodacious bod, to her cute face with those cocksucker lips. Her entire body, wrapped in a small white blouse. “How was your day Mr. Bond?” “Dreadfully long Miss Monneypenny, how about yours?” “The same.” I give her the flower and get a kiss as a reward. “So, you hungry? What are you in the mood for?” I look at her and suggestively raise my eyebrow. With a smirk on the lips she exclaims, “we’ll get to that later.” “I actually arranged something, dinner wise.” “Oh really, and what would that be?” “It’s a surprise, follow me.” We make our way back to my hotel. “This is not a surprise, this is.