I pulled my hips forward trying to avoid the inevitable but I couldn’t escape the length of John’s black cock and his persistence. I just relaxed ...nd told myself that everything was going to be ok and then turned my focus to the white cock sliding in and out of my mouth as John increased the pressure at my tight opening.“Open up pussyboi, this black daddy’s going to breed your cunt and make you his own” John barked as he increased the pressure at my rear opening to almost painful levels right. We sat outside the Rose and Crown having a good drink and he started to open up about his wife and sex.he asked if I fancied her and being a bit pissed answered that I bet she tastes good and I love big assed Indian Aunties.he then told me that they had fantasized about a white guy fucking her,and I said bring it on I am up for it and am discreet.He phoned her and spoke in I think Urdu and then said she would in his words love an afternoon of pleasure.we went back to his place and he got the. He never cared for that sound, although he knew some liked it, perhaps because of the intensity it implied. Like a lot of sex sounds, it’s bound to occur sometimes. Leila tried to suppress it, tried to recover, but she had to lift her head.“I told you,” Helen crowed. Leila’s face was red, maybe for more than one reason.“But we’re still best friends, aren’t we?” Paul chimed.“Of course,” Leila sighed in defeat. Helen moved to hug her. For Paul, the sight of four lovely breasts mashed together. "Sleep tight. Prom's tomorrow and we've got a big night. Miss me."With a resigned smile, he took her in his arms, gave her a loving squeeze and went home. On the four donuts he found in the bed of his truck. He was going to have to have a talk with Mr. Daugherty and the auto shop class.After Christmas, things moved quickly for the pair. They were clearly a couple, although neither seemed to be in a hurry to move their relationship to the next level. They sometimes held hands before or after.