Remember that roll of photographs that I have. I can be awfully mean when I don't get what I want, and right now I want you to keep your legs up and t... tell me the phone number of that girl!"Tommy sobbed, his whole body shook. "It's in the directory right next to the phone. The name is Murray, Linda Murray... Oh God, please don't..."Beverly flipped down to the M's and found the number for Murray.It was right across the street just like he'd said. She dialed the phone and after a couple of rings. Our kisses are magic. Just from them alone, I'm so wet - my clit pure throbbing awaiting to feel your touch.Your hands travel over my white tank top to my small but firm breasts. Your tongue travels over my lips to my ear, whispering how desirable I am to you. You blow in my ear, nibble gently on my earlobe. Kissing and sucking on my neck to my collar bone. You raise up my top, revealing my white lacy bra. Your hands expertly undo the front clasp as you begin kneading my left breast, then my. One evening, that mindset was put to the test, nonetheless, when I met the most incredible black man at a party. Jasper, the man in question, was unbelievably good-looking and had a regal bearing. From the moment I met him, I was totally captivated by him. I had never been on a date, let alone slept with an African American. In fact, I hated the term African American. On a continent, where everyone other than the indigenous Indians can be referred to as ‘imports,’ it has never made sense why. It quickly became fully erect and Michele slid her lips along his shaft and worked her tongue on his glans.Jason put his hands on Michele’s head and slowly rocked backwards and forwards as Michele clasped her lips around his shaft and lapped at his fraenulum with the tip of her tongue. She didn’t expect him to last long and he didn’t. He filled her mouth with creamy semen and shuddered as he orgasmed; Michele looked up and was rewarded with the countenance of pure pleasure on Jason’s handsome.