“Come on, tell me if they are nice or not”I warned her, “You know I’d have to touch them to really give you an honest opinion”“That’s co...l, I don’t’ care. I just want your honest opinion.” she said.So, I swam over to her and stood directly in front of her, almost like we were going to make out. We were close enough that I could feel my cock still sticking straight out and touching her groin once in a while as the water moved us about. Lightly cupping both of her tits in my hands I lightly. . the same hairless slit that I'd be enjoying, later on.My mouth clamped limpet-like onto it while she bucked and heaved beneath me. I think of how she'd choose the panties she wanted me to wear, how she'd look up into my eyes as she eased them up over my thighs. They were always tiny, filmy, frivolous little scraps of nothing, designed to tease and titillate. They were always chosen with a view to what they'd show rather than conceal.I remember how, at work, we'd look across the office at each. . yes... she was a bitch, her darling Caesar's own bitch, the blonde young wife insanely reasoned, pressing her face closer and opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips! Her blue eyes gleamed as she slipped her wetly ovalled mouth over the hot, beveled tip, working her tiny curling tongue along the thickening length of it until her mouth was filled with the moist sweetness of his animal-cock! Blindly, she locked her avid lips around it, and immediately the upraised Caesar began to obscenely pump. "I have never been with a black guy" I blurted. He just looked downward at me, smiled and told me it would be "So that big ass must be tight, huh?". We got to my door and I unlocked it and let him in. As soon as we were in I turned to lock the door and felt him press his weight against me, pushing my chest against the door. He was kissing my neck, I could feel his enormous black cock rubbing against my bubble ass as he dry humped me and felt my body. I was moaning slightly. I was.