She was waking up, though, and beginning to get feisty.Instead of keeping it going, Bob just stood up, grabbed the clothes he had brought to wear that...day, and left the room.He did feel like he could probably get away with making coffee. He was in the process of pouring the water when she shuffled into the kitchen in big fluffy slippers and a robe. She came to him for a hug."Why did you leave?" she complained."When a man is threatened like that, he takes things very seriously," said Bob, his. He knelt down in front of her and spread her legs as wide as they would go, taking another pic of her, getting her cunt and face in the shot. He rubbed his cock up an down her wet cunt before slowly forcing it inside her tight hole. She moaned in pain at first but she stretch open for him the pain soon became pleasure, he continued to take pics of him fucking her as he got faster and harder. She was enjoying every second of being fucked by this big black monster cock. She came twice before his. This would be enough to make me horny and if I was by myself, I might even masturbate then and there!There would also be dirty magazines brought to school, and it was an age when internet porn was starting to get talked about. Most women by now (late 90s/early 2000) had less pubic hair in the stuff I was seeing. Perhaps it was a result of what I remembered seeing as a young boy, but as my own tastes developed, I realised I preferred to see women with a full bush. I'd hide pictures in my bedroom. No dates, no strings, no getting possessive. Just having some fun, relieving some tension. My only experience so far sucked hardcore, but there has to be more to it than that, and you ... you get my motor going.” Stacy leaned over the center console, one hand wrapping around the back of my head and drawing my lips down to hers.The kiss was ... outrageous. It started off hot and got even hotter. If I hadn’t been wearing my device under my slacks, I would have been unable to get out of the car.