Did Dale think he was going to steal one? If he was a racist idiot that would explain the flinch, calling him “boy,” and the questions about sport.... Sara might not even have told her dad he was black.He looked back at Sara for reassurance and was reminded why it was all worth it. She had removed the long-sleeve shirt when he wasn’t looking, and under it she was wearing a tight-fitting light-colored t-shirt with a faded tattoo and paint-splatter pattern on it. It hugged her form much better than. "You have pretty good tasting cum." She said, matter-of-factly."Uh, thanks," I responded, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. After all, I was laying there naked in my livingroom with my roommate's girlfriend.I was just about to get up when Shannon leaned in and kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I could taste my own cum on her lips as we made out. After a few seconds she pulled away, smiling."Did you like it?" She asked."Like what?" Did you like me licking your asshole?"I. My hands naturally fell to the tops of her hips, as if the perfect figure was intended to guide my fingers to specific points on her body. I pulled her closer. Connie pushed back slightly, her fingers deftly opening the buttons on my shirt. The shirt falling to the floor. She moved back another step. I followed, stepping out of my shoes as her hands caressed my chest and stomach on their journey to the top of my pants. Without my realizing it, I was soon naked against her body as we moved to. ..until Helmut would let out a deep groan! She would then maintain that pressure as she released his cock."Oh---GOD!" Helmut would say aloud, as his entire body would tremble uncontrollably."Does this hurt?" Marta would ask Helmut, as she watched his face as he grimaced."Oh yes!" He would say, breathing rapidly."Do you want me to stop?" Marta would ask.There would be a slight pause, and then, just as Marta had already supposed from she and Helmut's many past experiences with this, he replied,.