He'd visited the clinic's beauty salon and had it styled into hisfavourite bob the day before he left. Finally he loaded up his handbagwith the items ...ssential to every woman.From his hidden safe he extracted a large manila package which containedhis emergency survival pack; five thousand pounds and a thousand Eurosin used notes, a passport in the name of Mildred Reiner, a birthcertificate in the same name and a current driver's licence, documentsthat had cost a small fortune to acquire. Also. I kicked the blanket off, pulled my shorts down, and my cock sprug out, flicking back onto my stomach, leaving a trail of precum on my tshirt. I grabbed my cock and tugged it a couple of times and asked 'what do you think?' M had this weird look of pride of somesort on her face, like she had proved a point. D's jaw was dropped and she kept looking from me to my cock and back. She said 'What the fuck, M didnt lie. How do you even get that in her?' We all laughed. As Ive mentioned in a previous. While I did this, she pulled off her now soaked yoga pants. Before I entered her, I realized (to my absolute dismay and horror) I didn't have a condom and her and Scott don't use them. Our eyes met and either by sudden development of telepathy or just knowing that neither of us wanted to wait to find a condom, I knew it was now or lose the moment. I entered her, a little more forcefully that I meant to. As I said before, she's still rather tight (Von being b**n by C******n section) and wasn't. Before we started dating I confessed to her that I wasn't that good in bed and that I probably couldn't compete with her ex-boyfriends who were athletes and black guys. She just looked at me and started laughing loudly. She said "I've never rode the chocolate stick!" in a joking way and starting cracking up. I started laughing too. She reassured me completely that she had been attracted to black guys but had never had sex with any. We then began to date and it went really well at first. We had.