"OH FUCK I AM CUMMING JEROME! YOU ARE FUCKING MAKING ME CUM YOU BLACK BASTARD! OH FUCK OH GOD OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCKKK ME YESSSSSS!"I came in my pants.I d...dn't have to touch myself or anything. When those words came out of her mouth I was shooting cum all in my pants. It was hard to hold the camera and have any control as my cock shot stream after stream of hot cum into my shorts. When I was finished I slowly gained control again and zoomed in on her face as she came again.I swear she came for five. " Oh, Dad was hung, you mean?" Well, yes, you might put it that way. Happily for me at the time, I might add. Any way, I was wondering if you remember my friend, Dorothy Dobson?"I did indeed, remember, Dottie Dobson, especially from the last pool party my parents threw for their friends. She came in a sexy little red bikini, easily the best looking woman at the party."Yeah, sure. Red bikini, I'll never forget it." Ah, my seventeen-year old son, never one to miss a pretty figure." Well, she sure. Without a word I take her hand and lead her upstairs, I know that I’ll find a nice big bed there and right now I’m very frustrated. The first door I open is a bedroom and it seems to be the master bedroom, I drag her inside and quickly appraise the dressing table, seeing what I need, I grab the hand lotion bottle and place it on the night stand. Somehow Cynthia seems to still be at a loss for words, so I pull her short skirt up and slip off her red thong, thank heavens that she is also of the. I was both startled and stunned by the action. I knew from talk with other boys that if a girl scratched a boy in the palm it meant that she wanted him to fuck her. Even in my wildest imaginings, I couldn't picture Rose, or any other girl for that matter, wanting me to fuck her. Only "bad girls" did that, and even though Rose had done some things that were pretty forward, I believed they just showed that she was a flirt, not a "bad girl." Because of that, I decided that Rose was too innocent to.