She said shewas busy, but how about three o'clock? And I agreed. Three-twenty. I couldn't get the thought of her out of my mind. The way shelooked at ...e, as if appraising me. The sight of her sex. It made me think ofmy first sexual encounter. It happened my freshman year of college when I wasin danger of failing my history class. I went to the professor and pleaded my case. I made up a lie about my boyfriendstalking me and being depressed. Well, it was partially true. Okay, so it wasmy. If she thinks she's hurt my feelings or made me think less of her she cries real tears. It's not the pouty shit that some girls or women use to get their way, it really hurts her. She really wants to live up to a standard that I hold her up to, I guess. All I've ever told her, or demanded of her was when I was trying to get her to stop the dour Morticia Addams act, was to the point. I simply asked her if she had any pride or self-respect. I must have looked at her in a way that drilled through. I reluctantly sat back down, I knew that deep inside me it was what I wanted to do anyways."Now show us what you do with it." Alice insisted. I moved my hand slowly to my cock and began pumping it. My balls bounced up and down with each stroke. They all crowded around, Kira and Alice joined Morgan on the bed next to me, while Laurie stood back (she continued to watch however, with interest). I was getting very turned on by the whole experience. This was the closest thing to sexual contact I'd. Her ass is that of a typical African American woman, nice and plump with very sexy hips. She has a nice small waste that emphasises her ass and hips even more so, just makes me constantly watch her just to look at her body and attracts Mitch attention anytime we go places. I always see men checking her out and I’m fine with that, I know men are going to look especially with her being so fine. As long as we have been together I have known how sexual she is and I myself being very sexual I knew.