‘Oh, you Tarzan, me Jane,’ Stephanie said, laughing. ‘Although, that could be fun.’ ‘Hey,’ Dylan said. ‘No dirty talk until after dinner...’ ‘Yes sir,’ she replied, mock in her voice. ‘Okay, well, I am still getting dressed so I will see you in like, what, 20 minutes?’ ‘As long as I don’t get lost I’ll be there. See you in a bit.’ They hung up and Dylan pulled onto the side street. He glanced at the roses in the front seat and he hoped that she wouldn’t think him too old fashion for bringing. He could feel his body nearing its climax and it was amplified even more as he heard her building in what seemed a near-perfect unison.Isabella could feel herself nearing orgasm, but it felt different. She had never cum with only a man’s cock driving her there. She moaned louder. She held tighter to his slippery body as he drove his cock deep inside her harder and faster; she could hear him moaning louder with every thrust. She wanted to cum and she wanted him to cum with her. She wrapped her. She sighed contently. “Damn, I really miss your dad. I miss him more with every passing day.” Cathy went quiet again as I felt her tears spilling down on my flushed flesh. “I know. I really loved him too.” “I loved him, Jimmy, but what I miss most is having him hold me like this. I miss having him in my bed. I miss having him make love to me. Christ, I haven't had any real loving since he died.” Cathy was crying so hard now that her body was convulsing against my side. “You know, Mom,. I have my sexual fantasies, we all do, different shades and colour intensities, to our masturbation's, but similar in theory, just little things tick out boxes to make the same scene, much better for us as individuals.I like strong contrasts, young and old, smooth and rough, black and white, I want my sex to be different and as far removed from me as a person, a young pious white girl being forced by an old devil worshipping coloured man, all those differing and opposing elements adds a little.