Once inside Paris began preparing dinner. Most of the preparation had infact been done last night, she didn't want to waste any more time in the kitch...n than she needed to."Dinner will be ready in an hour," she informed Max."Ok," he replied, "What are we going to do til then?"."I'll leave that entirely up to you Max," Paris said.Max then stood up and walked over to the oversized black leather settee that Paris was sitting on and kneeled at her feet. He took off her shoes and began to massage. At least ten inches; almost as wide as a beer can…Brushing that hard big thing between my thighs, the bastard made me spread wide with his massive weapon. Other hands grabbed my ankles, holding my legs wide apart.That dirty, ugly nigger was having the time of her life.But suddenly, something changed: I began to feel he was pushing that huge cockhead up my tight asshole. I struggled, pleading and begging him in tears to stop; because he would tear me apart with his huge erection.But the black. Kuch kerne ka. Aur shayad usk bhi. 2 -3 peg to hum log pi chuke the aur khana humne bahar se order ker diya tha.. Aur wo change kerne chali gayi wahi bag le ke.. Thodi der baad jb wo room me aayi to kya maal lag rahi thi. Ek capari aur loose thi shirt me bt dekh ke lag raha tha ki usne kafi tight bra pehan rakhi hai..Aise curve the uske. Aur aake mere samne baith gayi.Mai aab usko hi ghure ja raha tha. Aur wo ye dekh rahi thi..Fir boli kya dekh rahe ho maine kaha” jo dekhne ko nhi mil raha hai”. I was getting all the sex I could dream of from my own mom and the thought of working at a relation ship at that time in my life just seemed a real drag. Of course I didn't tell Angel that, I just told her I was between girlfriends.I asked Angel about herself and whether there was anyone partner in her life at the moment."No," she said, "my mother is a bit over protective of me since she and dad split up, so I don't get the freedom I want. Don't get me wrong, mum's not oppressive but the idea.