But something was bothering her. Something was missing. Rachel narrowed her eyes and glanced around. What was it? What was miss-? Her eyes shot wide a...d she felt her stomach fall. Her purse. Rachel had left the party in such a confused and emotional rush that she had forgotten to grab all her belongings. She had left her purse on the couch where she, Brad, and Matt had been sitting. She cursed herself. She had once locked her purse in her car so she had started the habit of keeping her car. All the action was in tandem and her cum was oozing out which generated a lot of urge within to fuck her. But still, I was licking her pussy and tasting her cum.“Bas, please Daksh. Ab khade hojau. I can’t control more.”I stood up and out of nowhere, she caught hold of my dick. The horny milf neighbour bent and was sucking my 6.5-inch cock. She started spitting on my dick and sucking like a pro. She was checking on my expressions just the way I did. She started stroking my dick a few times. My. I have had a fantasy about being taken by a well hung black man but have never acted on it, just kept it as my dark fantasy. Over the past several months I have become increasingly aroused around black men and often find myself staring at them and checking out their bodies and wondering what it would be like to be in bed with them. I have fingered myself to some pretty amazing orgasm fantasizing about a well hung black man stretching me with his big black cock. Damn getting hot just writing. I nodded. “I told him I despised him and hated him,” I felt Frau Schmidt blanch at my vehemence, “and then he knocked me across the kitchen.”Col wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. Looking at Frau Schmidt, I saw something different in her face, something I did not expect to see, something I had never seen there before: something hard and uncompromising.There was a loud knock at the door.“I expect that will be my father,” I said, retreating into the blanket.Frau Schmidt.