Standing next to me was this ruggedly handsome black man pushing a his cart toward the entrance. He smiles at me and asked me something like, "Busy da... at work?" or something of that nature and I replied "No, just came to pick up a few things for my office." I slowed my pace when I noticed that he was at least a foot taller than myself, he started talking again. He was HOT, I could tell he had a nice body under that flannel shirt. Then I noticed that he was checking out my ass. I watched his. I pat this lovely little spot with my cock , can't get enough of watching your rosy slit surrounded by light frizzly hair. I take the lube tube from the bedside table, and you whimper as you feel the first gush splashing on your crack and your butt hair getting wet. I'll unwrap a condom and I would like you to put it on for me. OK, you're a bit clumsy but you can only get better with experience. I'll hand you the tube so that you can lube it yourself. Now take it easy, boy. Just relax your. I flat refused to go. Well, I guess you know I didn’t get my way. Poor James. I can still see him the day I left. We wrote long letters full of passion and pledges of eternal devotion. James wrote some of the most dreadful poetry – fortunately, he had committed a number of Shakespeare’s better poems to memory and he used to recite them to me.”“Let me not the marriage of true minds?” Katherine quoted.“Yes, that was one of his favorites. It was our sonnet.”“Did you know that you were saying it to. "Look I think it likes you baby see how it just throbs and juices up while you look at it?"Kathy reached over and started to rub his ball sack, "I think there is another load or two of man juice in here by the feel of them."Samantha reached over and rubbed the pre-cum around the head and down the shaft to lube it up. "You mean like this daddy?" She leaned over and sucked the head into her mouth but could only go down about four inches on it. Gently sucking she swirled her tongue around the head.