I guess my best comparison is that he looks like the type of nigga that goes out every other night and comes home wasted and beats up his wife. With ...is buzzed haircut, his torso covered in tattoos, his icy, dark blue-gray eyes, and his slender but muscular stature, I won’t lie, he scared me at first, especially seeing as how he had just gotten out of prison; he did three years on some drug-related shit. But after I got to know him within the first couple of weeks of school, he turned out to. We sense that someone is nearby, so you reluctantly pull out and I drop my skirt, just in time as a man with a dog wanders past. We look innocent and walk in the opposite direction, you buy me an ice-cream cornet and we find a park bench and sit down.I lick my ice-cream and, from a distance it probably looks innocent, but close up you can see the sensuous way my tongue dips in and out of the soft mound, the cream gradually covering my lips and running slowly down my chin and I look at you as if. It wasn't for a few moments that I said anything. "But... why?! Was I not good enough in bed? I gave him everything, Kawan!" I all but screamed. He exhaled a deep breath. "You couldn't give him the one thing he needed - black dick. Your husband took a trip to New Orleans a while back and had one. After that, he was hooked. It was all he could think about. He's not alone in that. Most white women feel that way as well," he said putting a hand on my right knee."Are you saying someone fucked his. I was so horny I wanted to join her so bad. Then I began hearing her moan. It sounded like she was masturbating in the tub. She was getting louder and louder, and I was getting harder and harder and closer to no return. She started moving back and forth in the tub sending water over the ledge. Then her hand came up under the curtain and she grabbed the ledge. She began to moan loud and scream in pleasure as she was having a great big orgasm. The sound and view of this drove me nuts. I was ready.