" Are you trying to make a black woman blush now, Paul?" she pondered, leaning to me."Only if it's working," I whispered, before kissing her and wrapp...ng my arms around her again.We made for a few minutes still as the wind came over us nonchalantly. I kept my hands on Mary's butt, but she wrapped her arms around my neck. She also pushed her melons on my chest, but neither of us spoke because we were too busy kissing.Needless to say, we already loved each other more than step-siblings before we. I got her jeans and panties off, laying her back on the table, I sat on the bench and made a meal of her hot, wet vulva. She had probably five orgasms, the last one very intense and noisy. I was afraid her barely stifled screams would attract attention in the dark park. When she caught her breath she got my pants down around my ankles and was stroking my hard cock and gently squeezing my balls. "Want to suck me?" I asked. She did, but it was clear she was not all that familiar with the process. Atharva lost himself in his fantasy. Ali heard her husband groan and his thrusts increased through her soft cleavage. Her tongue darted out and lapped at his flared glans each time it neared her face. Her nipples were super stiff between her fingers. God, Atharva is really enjoying himself! She thought. But Atharva wasn’t fucking Ali’s tits anymore; instead his beautiful daughter was now below him, her large, soft mammaries trapping his humping cock! In his mind’s eye, he looked down to see her. " she moaned, reveling in the delicious thought that there was no one there to see her, that she was free to play as if there were.Her fingertip moved back and forth between the blood-engorged tip of her clitoris and the spongy yielding opening to her cunt. She liked to lay a finger along either side of her cut and vibrate it. When she started to get good and hot, she churned her buttocks in saucy abandon, grinding her cut down against the couch cushions. Her pace increased, and what meager.