You want to feel what it’s like to be fucked by a black man? Not one of those small dicked Mexican boys you been hanging out with. You want that, ba...y?”I felt myself blushing. Strange how giving guys blow jobs didn’t really mean anything. I mean, it was fun, it was sexy, but it wasn’t intimate, not like fucking. Thing was, most of the guys I’d let fuck me were either brown or white. Not a lot of black cock had gone up my snatch, and what had, had been boy cock. Twiman wasn’t no boy. We were. I of course dropped the business I was working on at the time and left the office, telling my secretary I'd be back in an hour or so. I knew the particular car park as she had used it before with another guy a couple of years earlier, I pulled into a vacant spot the opposite side of some bushes from Anne's lovers car. Anne had set it up so that he would park so that I could get the best view without being seen, clever lady.When I first arrived they were just sitting kissing, though I did notice. She stiffened and wrapped her legs around my waist as warm cum filled her womb, "YES!"I pumped six large spurts of cum into her before stopping and she sighed and hugged me, "mom was right. Feeling a guy pump warm cum into my womb was great."I laughed and kissed her, "well pumping warm cum into you was great too."She grinned and hugged me before I pulled out and slid off the bed, "time to show you something else not used here."I dressed as Star waited and then led her back onto the deck. I. Heeding Claudia's warning, we confined ourselves to playing with the dessert in the dining room. After a few failed attempts at getting the fruit and whipped cream into my mouth, I was beginning to suspect foul play, but really didn't mind. Plus, I made sure to give as good as I got. By the time we'd finished our meal, Emily and I were both laughing as our attempts at feeding each other got progressively messier."Alright, enough!" I cried in exasperation when she started getting whipped cream.