I guess some guys like that, but it wasn't for me.Those 12 hours were amazing. It's not like it was a long time, but walking around, doing chores, kno...wing I couldn't touch myself even if I wanted to ... fuck, by the time I got the fucking thing off, after toying with vibrate, I had an earth-shattering orgasm. Listen, I don't have orgasms every 12 hours, but the psychological impact was tremendous. Imagine when I used it for longer!I used it for a while, enjoying the novelty. I tried different. I applied pressure to her clit with the heel of my hand while I thrust my fingers in and out, occasionally wiggling them. The combined stimulation pushed her over the top for her second orgasm. I fingered her through it.“Yes! Yes! Lick me again, please!”I moved down again, using my mouth on her clit and two fingers in her pussy, and within a few minutes, she groaned from her third orgasm. She was panting and gasping now.“Please Steve, fuck me now! Just fuck me!”I got between her legs,. I could see the look in the eyes of the woman behind the bar... one of disgust... one that said 'I know why you are here'. That look I have seen so many times in the eyes of black women when I turn up in some bar or club that is predominantly populated by blacks. White women with that itch that only black can scratch. I averted my eyes from her gaze as the bar tender himself served me, his smile was also that knowing one!I made my way to the bar, ordered a Smirnoff Ice, and then settled into a. Richard came over to me, and said, in a hushed tone, “Mom, I had seen it before, but I knew that my sister hadn’t. She hugged me during the entire movie, I could barely move. In case you were worried, nothing happened, except for a single kiss at the end of the movie.”“On screen or in the car,” I asked.He looked at me, then asked, “Are you jealous?”I hesitated too long, “I guess so.”“She gave me a single lip touch kiss. I never heard her cry before. It was very har ... difficult, but we got.