I moaned in pain everytime he humped me. Feeling his large Jamacian cock inside me was painful enough. I couldn't beleive this. I was getting fucked b... a local behind a couple piles of scraps in a populated neighborhood. I could just imagine it now from someone else's perspective. A large black Jamacian on top of a small white boy. His dreadlocks swung back and forth and struck me in the face with every fucking. My ass attempted to get his dick out of me by pushing, but it ended up massaging. After every eight bars, she would do a quarter turn, repeating the movements.“I think we’ve got it,” Phil said. “Great work on the choreography, Lisa. We need another slower song like that to put in there as well. Any thoughts, people?”“There’s one we haven’t done for a while, off the ‘Songs of Injustice’ album,” Andrew said. “That ‘Pay Me My Money Down’, that always went over well. What do you think?”We all agreed that it was worth doing; the live arrangement we had previously played gave. I leaned in, hungry with lust. I put my lips to his neck and thought, gawd, even his neck is hard! I opened my mouth and gently pressed my teeth into his muscular neck, then gave it a soft lick and sprinkled it with salt. I took my shot. I pulled my pink silk blouse down to just above my nipple, I wasn’t wearing a bra, I pushed my perky, full, bare chest towards him and told him “your turn again”. As he motor boated my boobs and prepared them for salt, I ran my hand up his inner thigh. He. Several times she asked "How's it going?" or "How are you holding up?" But that was pretty much it. Had I been Cindy's father, in that situation, I'd have been hiding out and spying. Actually, had I been her father I'd have locked her up.And yes, I know how hypocritical that is.Cindy was interesting too. Here was a girl I had known all her life. We had already forged a unique relationship between us. And that relationship was still there, except that something had been added to it, rather.