But, so young was this picture in my mind. Sadly, he died just shy of thirty years old. "How tragic," I said aloud, wondering what else he would have ...reated if he had lived longer.My train of thought vanished as something brushed against my neck, covering me in instant goosebumps. My hand reacted, swiping at my tingling skin. Nothing there. Maybe a breeze tickled my skin. It happened again. Okay, now I was unnerved. Snapping my head around, I saw nothing. Calm down! I told myself, but my fears. Becky got the leaking black cum out of pussy with her fingers, sucking it off of them. She even told me to come over and let her clean me off. She licked and cleaned my dick of her juices and my baby making black cum I had to admit that she was a real great fuck. For the next few weeks I was in heaven I fucked Sarah mostly at night and fucked Becky in the morning. One weekend a major storm had hit the city. It was raining cats and dogs all day, later on that night with the rain still going at. I knew that I had to relax in order to accommodate him. Just the contrast between his black shiny skin and the whiteness of my body was an incredible turn-on for me.He slipped inside me very gently - it must have been a millimetre at at time. He's stop, sometimes pull back ou a little then again push into me. The feeling that I was getting from my pussy was fantastic. I felt him nudge my cervix. I looked between my legs and he had at least three inches left to go - I was never going to be able. I mean who knows, when your dead, maybe when we're there, we're just borrowing the here, which is real, when that reality isn't. Anyway, no houses, no cars, no planes, no people. Nada ... nothing.I kept thinking that maybe I was on hold or something. Or that I'd failed to see the sign that had said "Out to lunch". I certainly didn't want to stand around in the dark, and I was sort of missing the birds at this point, as I'd forgotten to bring them along with me. So I went back. Back to the.