"She seemed a bit uncertain at first. But then she could sense my sincerity, and she told me a little bit about them. The underlying link, for her, wa... the size of their cocks; which were of considerably bigger size than mine would ever, ever hope to match."Do black guys fuck better than white guys?" I finally asked her."In MY experience---yes. Definitely. Maybe it's their size, but black guys (as I said, in my personal experience), do fuck a lot better than white guys; and, it that hurts your. You let out a little smile while I look up at you and reach for the buttons of your jeans. Once they’re pulled down a bit I can rub my hand over your hard, throbbing dick and look at you, biting my lips. Then I’d pull down your boxers and grip your dick in my hand, slowly working it up and down. I ask you “would you like your dick sucked sir?” you don’t have to say anything and just grip my hair and put my face where you want it. I gently start licking the length of your now massively hard. "Ok." Ok? Isn't this where you're supposed to say, 'No, Nancy, you weren'tbeing an asshole?'"He shrugged again, "Mom told me never to lie."Rose was surprised to see Nancy being so upbeat around John andMarilyn. Marilyn, however still seemed to be overly focused on John,as if she was waiting for him to breakdown and cry. Rose watched John,too. He was smiling and he looked adorable in his sporty little dress,but she suspected that his smile wasn't completely sincere."Hey, Nancy," John helped,. Reaching the car, she unlocked the doors, and he placed his bag in the back-seat. He closed the door, grabbing her hand he pulls her close to his body. She can feel his excitement pressed against her stomach. Her body aches with the need to be filled by him. She looks up into his eyes, searching for that same ache. He leans down, taking her face in his hands and brushes her lips with his. A whisper of a kiss she tries to catch, the implications of a night only beginning. A sigh, long, deep, he.