Then I would ask Arty if I could take my PJ's off cause it was hot. But my brother would see and maybe tell. OK I'll wisper to Arty what I want to do ...ut tell him to put brother to bed so he wouldn't tell on me. I'll take a book with me and lay on the floor in front of Arty with my legs up and spread a little and cover my face with the book like I'm reading. He'll be able to see my panties and stare all he wants cause he thinks I won't see him staring because my face is behind the book.I ran. Your body is arching towards my mouth, hungry for what’s next.Teasing you, I kiss all around your pussy, letting my tongue graze your clit. You gasp for breath before I wrap my lips around it, sucking and licking gently at first, and then with more force. You moan my name into a pillow, just in case anyone’s awake. I move down lower, tasting your wetness. I slide my tongue inside you as you arch your back, pushing it deeper. Flicking it in and out, your moans get louder and faster and I know. Monique answered and I told them that I know a Samantha Brown who looks like Christine Marais.”“My father died? When?”“Three days ago,” said Gerald. I didn’t expect Father to die so soon. I still had to make amends for my stupidity. My heart was torn apart with grief, but only for a moment. I decided that mourning would come later.Monique stood up, a tall beautiful woman, sensual in every way. Her short grey hair, alabaster skin, designer safari clothes and painted nails oozed confidence and to. He pushed me down, onto that monster black cock.I cried loud in pain as it went through my tight cunt. It was so unbelievable the way this black guy absolutely stuffed me, the pressure that was on my clit caused me to start to climax while he impaled me with his black dick. I hollered out loud as I came and the guy smiled, pumping me even harder from beneath. He suddenly pushed himself as deep inside me as he could and then he exploded deeply in my womb…”I asked if it had been everything… just.