ComThe SketchbookBy Allison VoorheesI was drawing a portrait of Christy, my girlfriend, in art class. She was standing over my shoulder as I shaded th... strands of honey-colored hair that ran down her shoulders."Are my boobs really that big?" She asked me."Actually, not quite, but drawing like that is habit. I've been drawing so many comic book characters, I guess. I wanted it to be more of a caricature, anyway." Except for that, I like it. But would you mind drawing me with more clothes on?". I entered a small sex shop and chose some sexy lingerie to try on in the changing room. There was only the owner of the place, a huge black man, handsome, tall and athletic I thought here. I felt a little horny and frisky and walked out while wearing a very sexy outfit. I asked the black guy what he thought. He looked slightly shocked at first, but he had kind of a cheeky grin when he just announced he was going to close up soon. I really did not hear his words and insisted about his opinion.. "Um, you'd better come in," I said and turned up the heating as I led her to the living room. Once there I turned on the seldom used gas fire and asked if she wanted a hot drink."Yes please," she stuttered, her teeth chattering with both cold and stress I thought.I swiftly boiled a kettle and made her some hot sweet tea also refilling the kettle and seeking out an old hot water bottle that a previous girlfriend had used before she tired of my absences. Taking them through I noticed that the. Kyra’s head was buried in a pillow and her ass was sticking up. They didn’t see me walk up behind them until I took my cock and sunk it in Ally’s dripping wet pussy.“Oh God Bret,” Ally moaned as she sank her cock deeper into Kyra’s pussy. Ally had stopped thrusting as I continued pistoning in and out of her sweet honey pot. After Ally got used to my cock again, we all got in a rhythm. Every thrust into Ally meant she thrust into Kyra. After several minutes I was close to cumming.“Bret don’t.