My futa-cock was so hard beneath my skirt, trapped by my nylons. Though I used Sita so thoroughly last hour, I was still aching to have more fun. I ha... such stamina, far more than men had.“Morning, Ms. Marcie,” the sultry Pattie Jones said. The African-America cutie had dimples in her ebony cheeks. She always had such a bright smile. Her beaded braids clacked as she moved, her tartan skirt clinging to her gorgeous ass.“Morning, Pattie,” I purred. “I'm going to need your help with today's. That," he yelled the last word and his balls surged up and his whole body went tight and white stuff flew out of his cock. He breathed hard, his breath ragged sounding. I flew down the ladder as quietly as I could and ran up to the house, ran past my Grandpa and into my room, and stayed in there all night long, not even eating supper. *** I was laying on my bed, the thought of my brothers cock in my mind, and I didn't know what to think of it. And what was that white stuff shooting out of his. She then asked me to come over her and opened her legs wide to give me my first full view of a woman’s pussy.It was so fascinating and I wanted to examine each of its elements, but the cock was in no mood to wait anymore. Sensing this she took hold of it and after rubbing it on her clit and outer lips put the tip at the entrance of the heaven of sex. It was literally a path breaking moment for my cock as it slowly entered the wet pussy of my sister in law. The slow in and out motion was. You can’t come riding to the rescue this time. There’s no happy ending.’ ‘How are you getting home?’ She went through her little clutch purse, ‘I have money for a cab…’ ‘I’ll drive you home.’ She tried to fight him. ‘Why should I get into a car with you?’ ‘Mayhaps, my horse is in the shop. And, I’d really rather spend the night watching over my lady.’ Joanne looked at him, ‘You sound sappy.’ He arched in conspiratorially. ‘I can’t help it. Brit Lit minor. I fight it every time I talk to you..