We were getting ready to leave; I wanted to go home to smell his face and lick it as he told me about how her pussy looked, felt, and tasted.As we beg...n to get up, all heads turned to the direction of the gate. In walked the sexiest Black woman I’d ever wanted to lay my hands on. She was about 5’6” with my body proportions, long curly hair, milk chocolate complexion and she was wearing a lace bodysuit that strained to hold up her DD tits. She wore 4-inch strappy heels and her big ass jiggled. The hips moved again, this time with more authority, and farther than before."Oh yes," she groaned."Oh no!" I groaned back."Be quiet or the Hendersons will hear you," she whispered.The Hendersons were the least of my concerns. She was hot as a furnace, and tight as one of those Chinese finger cuffs. And all that wiggling around was making the foreskin on my penis slide back and forth over the head.She sat up again, ramrod stiff, and her hips did this little movement that was like she was trying. True I had started to feel something for her but love?! I wasn’t so sure after all I really had no actual idea what love felt like. Sure I could write a program for it, describe it in detail. Feeling it though? No, I didn’t have a clue, not one at all.The blush that Sheila had seemed to have vanished almost as fast as it appeared. Pulling out completely I felt something on the fringe of my senses. [This is control. What are these sensor detections I am seeing?]Less than a second later I saw. ”With one more entry, his cock bursts forth its hot fluid. He slams into her once, twice, three times, emptying his balls deep into her womb. Her walls grip him, milking the man with expert precision. Roman’s eyes are closed while he concentrates on completing his orgasm and the girl squeals her absolute delight when she feels his hot seed blast into the back of her distended womb. They freeze together as hard as they can possibly press.After a few moments, they begin to relax and Roman showers.