I arrived early, so I sat down at a table and ordered a drink.When Francis came in, I could not believe my eyes: he was the same black guy with a firm...butt, that had helped me with the groceries, just some days ago. He also recognized me; but he did not look too surprised…Francis asked the waiter for a drink and we started to chat.I had not imagined that this nice looking black guy, carrying such a nice round butt, could also have so big black cock…He suddenly moved closer to me and made me. She kept hugging Betsy as if to keep her from suffering the same fate as Little John. The attention was at such a frequency that Betsy was beginning to get irritated by the constant interruption of her movements. Leroy sipped his iced tea wondering how he could rescue Betsy from her mother’s arms. The poor girl looked like she wanted to run away.The food sat heavy in Ed’s stomach despite the fact that it was Marguerite’s cooking. She had prepared a great meal, but no one was in the frame of. In no time the small tent was filled with a heavy scent of pussy and sweat. "Well, don't leave me hanging. Let's hear it." Chris gently tugged on her nipples. "Mmmm...ok. Well, the first time it happened I was in high school. It was a few months before graduation and one of the girls on our debate team was known for having crazy parties. Her dad was some kind of an executive for a distribution company that dealt with baked goods, breads, pastries, what ever." Hot!" Chris interrupted. I couldn't contain it. And he enjoys it. He enjoys every damn second of it until I stop, my knees trembling as I gasp and breathe fast. He let's me go as I collapse back against the desk. My breathing was heavy and I was starting to break sweat. "You're making me so hard," he whispers, taking his fingers out and licking the ones that were inside of me. My whole body starts to tingle. His hands trace my breast before he leans down to lick and bite on my nipples. "My turn," I whisper,.