I knew them well. This was familiar, it was like infatuation, but not. What was it? I recalled dropping acid in college, and how the experience was so...ething like smoking very good marijuana, though no one would ever confuse the two. This was like that. I wouldn’t confuse it with infatuation. Perhaps I really was charmed? That would be okay. The heart has its reasons that Reason knows nothing of. I didn’t need to know the reason. I kept remembering the whole evening, one part in detail, then. "Eat it" Ben commanded to which Ed spread the man's tight black cheeks exposing his puckered hole, Ed kissed and licked, probed, nuzzled the black ass and when it was sufficiently wet began to slide his cock up the big black man's ass. Ben let out a low moan as the white shaft invaded his hole and urged the farmer on. "Fuck me man, plow mah black ass". Ed slammed his cock in and jerked it out the black ass and lining the fat crimson head up to the black farmer's asshole slid all 10" of his fat,. I let him enjoy his task until I could take it no more.“Lick my clit and I’ll come for you,” I said with a teasing tone.His response was immediate and effective. What he may have lacked in experience was overshadowed by his enthusiasm. He went crazy on it, and I let him because I wanted to come. I looked down behind me and his cock was bobbing between his legs. I knew that he realized that he actually liked what he was doing. His hands looped over the top of my thighs and pulled me even harder. Good. My heart swelled with pride. I did something right -- and it was so simple to do, painless even. I was even happier to realize that you didn't set me down in the puddle I'd created. I had almost forgotten about it, since I remained relatively dry, having had my legs spread wide."Why aren't your ears pierced, pet?" The unexpected turn of questions caught me off guard. It was a simple and somewhat mundane question, so I happily, and unhesitatingly, answered. "I did have them pierced, Sir --.