I asked her if she had liked it, and she said yes. So that night I took a little detour while driving her home, and we visited a seedy adult bookstore...in a neighboring city. There were a few men in the place when we entered, but it wasn’t crowded. She got a few casual glances, but that was it. She wasn’t dressed provocatively, and while she had fairly big breasts she wasn’t strikingly pretty – just ‘normal.’ The fact that she was Black while I was White went unremarked. The clerk was pretty. His tent was a monster; a green WW2 Officers Tent. I'm sure you've seen them on M.A.S.H. His even had the slat flooring with a carpet laid over it. Oh, with a REAL bed, queen sized, and a recliner. Pretty plush, for a youngster. While most of the rest of the crew borrowed folding metal chairs from the cook tent, John brought a couch.After a few, Steve scratched on my tipi. "Hairy, are you up?" Yup. Come on in, Steve."Steve is very tall so he backed in the door and began his inquiry conversation. After a short while Mistress stopped and went off for a brief moment only to return with a thick black strapon firmly attached to a harness around her waist. Mistress grasped the phallus in her hand and held it upwards towards my face. "start licking" , i was ordered , and i immediately starting to run my tongue up and down the shaft of her enormous deeply veined and contoured dick. She made me lick her balls and run my tongue all the way to the head, at which point she thrust it into the back. ” I laid her on her back on the bed and headed for her pussy to eat it instead. I licked her swell labia here, while she moaned, saying aloud: “Oh, no… don’t do this!” I ignored her, pocking my tongue within her vagina. At the same time I sucked cunt, I fucked finger her exquisite, tender clit gently and lovingly. I kept fingering her wildly passionately. Bertha was already screaming until getting her orgasm. I noticed as each time my fingers went into her, this sprang a white, creamy.