I clenched down on his big, Black cock, my thighs clutching tight about his hips. I didn't want to let him go. He rammed into me so hard, pushing my a...s back into the melons.They tumbled around us, bouncing on the floor. I didn't care. My red hair flew as the pleasure shuddered through me. I nuzzled at his face, loving his dark whiskers on my mouth and cheeks. His dark lips met mine. I kissed the Black man so hard while Janet moaned beside us.“He looks so dark compared to you,” moaned Janet,. I realized the second hand was hers! I kind of freaked out at that point and sat straight up, inadvertently pulling the covers off Kristen, who was still naked."It's OK" Kristen said to me."What's OK?" I said."Let's have some fun!"Jenny said and suddenly rolled over and straddled me, crushing the blanket between us. She whipped off her t-shirt and I got a face full of her tits in a black lace bra."What's going on?" I asked."What do you think is going on dummy." Kristen said.Kristen sat up. This one looks different than all the others she has come into contact with. Excitedly she reaches up for it. It is hot to the touch and hard as steel. She starts to jerk it watching the very pink tip disappear each time the shaft’s uncut foreskin slides up and down. She watches in lustful fascination at how the foreskin gathers at the top with each upward stroke, obscuring the cockhead. Then, as she strokes downward, the cockhead reemerges like a blooming flower. She does this quickly, then. “As was noted, he ‘set up his shrine, took his pills, had a siesta, and left.’”“There is organization behind this, my friend. And it seems they extend an olive branch. Whoever pulled Morgan’s strings also gave you a perfect cover-up. The shrine alone would convince the media that this Carlos Jimenez was a lone stalker, and they will eat it up. They’ll trace the address in Spain, where no one will even know him; so, they’ll tell the cameras what a quiet man he was, just to be on the television,.