Marcus repeated this a third time, driving his big black cock into me once more, deeper than anyone, stretching me, hitting my g-spot. I climaxed. Th...re was a pause, the two men no doubt slightly confused. Marcus, balls deep in me, a quivering shaking, white woman, grabbed my waist and pulled out once more. I may have cum, but he wasn’t close to.He slammed into me again and again and again. I was cumming again and again and again.I had never been so loud, I never orgasmed so powerfully, so. I’ll collect you when you finish.”“I’d have to be home before five. In time to prepare John’s tea when he gets back from work.”She had given in. They agreed where to meet. She wanted it to be the next day. Before she could change her mind.When the moment came, they were both nervous. She met him immediately after leaving her morning job: she was a receptionist for a hairdresser in the west end. She wore a tailored business suit, dark, with a red blouse, a large bow at the neck. No more the. How are you?”“I’m good. How are you?”“I’m okay, chile. I was lookin’ for my photo album, but I can’t find it.”“Oh...It’s over by the TV.”“Thank you love,” said Glenda Branch as she grabbed the picture book and disappeared into her room.Alia sat down on a barstool by the kitchen island. She flipped through the pages of a Paula Deen recipe magazine. She decided to make a version of the chicken and rice casserole. Doug trampled down the stairs. The six-foot-six man went straight to the coffee pot.. I decided there was less risk in grabbing the card out of it and leaving it there for now. That would also mean I wouldn't have to go back to my room again before getting the car. I figured I could ask them to pull the car around tomorrow morning when we left and I'd grab the cam on my way out when I had my backpack with me. The plan was almost perfect. The only hitch was when I was halfway to her room, it dawned on me that I had a 2nd card in my backpack that I could put in the camera in case.