I can handle this. Then the finger was removed, more lube and a second finger added, and again pressing into me. Oooohh. Okay. We’re still good.... Removed, lubed, another finger.“Please, Scott. Please fuck me,” was all I could say. The butterflies gone, replaced by lust. “I want you inside me,” I moaned. Or shouted, I’m still unsure of which. He removed his fingers yet again. This time, I could hear the condom wrapper being ripped. I heard him unroll the condom onto his cock. I heard. And egotistical Black Adonis with his cock and balls proudly on display. Feeling my cock getting harder while he stared down at me wasn't helping."After all," he says, "I've shown you mine, let's see yours. Don't be ashamed now. Take off the damn towel!"Ok, that came out a little harshly, I thought. Not wanting to argue and being his guest, I let out a Geez and pulled the towel back showing him my semi hard dick that was getting harder after his outburst."I knew it, I can spot you black cock. Connie gave him a hand to tie me down to the desk, and then Mr. Blakemore took all his clothes off and started to do the up and down thing on me. I was making all sorts of strange noises but not so much that I didn't see Connie put on her special big black vibrator thingy. Then she snuck up behind Mr. Blakemore and just when he was getting that funny look on his face, the one where he's just about to shoot all that white stuff everywhere, she jammed that big vibrator right up his arse. Oh boy,. Your eyes were keenly focused on the primal grinding motion between your gorgeous wife’s pussy and my cock, and you had no idea I was looking at you. I could see you were squeezing your cock with one hand. My natural optimism was quickly blossoming into a sure bet—I was going to fuck Lynn and you were going to endorse it. As soon as I watched Lynn slide in beside you, I headed for the jukebox to play the same four songs. I had enough time to get a beer and go to the bathroom before I returned.