I guess that's why I was about to be tag-team fucked bareback by 2 of the biggest black dicks I'd ever seen. "Alright, I'm ready...give the little bit...h what she needs," my owner said presumably to the big black guy behind me.I found it a very strange thing for my owner to say, but didn't get much time to dwell on it. The big muscular black man behind me kept his left hand on my left ass cheek and pushed down hard...spreading it wide and exposing my hole. His right hand had left my cheek, and I. That was only strengthened when I learned that my grandfather had been a pilot during the Second World War – his eyesight not being up to RAF standard, but being an experienced private pilot, he’d joined the Air Transport Auxiliary. The ATA were a group of pilots, initially men, though women got in a little later, who ferried aircraft around the country. Although not a front line activity, it was not without risk; the pilots flew without radio and even in armed aircraft were not allowed. You put an arm across your belly to help control the muscle contractions as I start to kiss, lick and nibble your clit. Your other hand grabbing at the blanket, trying to control yourself as I stick my tongue as deep as I can inside you. Your breathing is quick already; you are so wet and worked up from sucking me.My hands are on your inner thighs, touching and massaging them as I lick your pussy. You reach down with the hand not holding onto the blanket to grab my head. You grind your hips. ”Howie countered, “My place is only a few minutes from here and I have some great pot. You won’t be disappointed, I promise.”Well, here I was. All dressed up, cleaned out, and horny as hell. Here came that word, again. “Okay. I’ll follow you.” I felt safer with my car nearby. As I went to my car, they went to theirs, and I waited until they pulled in front of me so I could follow. It was a fifteen-minute ride to an upscale apartment complex, which made me feel a little more at ease.I parked.