At last, I could surf and perv to my heart's content. I was very inquisitive, naive and extremely hungry. I was turned on by almost everything I found... (but I do not like illegal porn). There were teens, young women, mature women, grannies, 3somes, orgies, groups and so forth. I obviously also stumbled on some gay porn, but I made a berth around this (I was initially not interested). At first, I did not notice, but the pictures focused largely on the women being totally exposed. Cameras would. I continued the slow pace. She asked for more; faster, harder, deeper. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Please, faster. Fuck me faster.” We played this game for about twenty minutes. She begged me to go faster and thrust harder; I did not respond. Slowly, her pleasure built to the point of no return. She arched her back and looked back at me. “I’m getting ready to cum. Pull my hair. Fuck me fast and hard." I grabbed a clump of her long hair, pulled her head back hard, so that she was almost. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Most black people have no love for South Africans, even with the changes that have taken place in the last few years. "My grandfather was South African," I continued. "My grandmother was an American, the daughter of a diplomat. My grandfather died in World War II, fighting the Nazis. My grandmother returned to the States with her children after the war. I don't think she ever went back." Is that why you are interested in African art work?" she asked, her eyes. Both of their faces reddening and flushed… sweat forming on their skin. At last Dana gasped going rigid, her hand crushing his fingers, her vaginal inner walls grasping and clenching his buried cock. That sent Sam over the edge to plunge headlong into his own mind-blowing orgasm, bucking and twitching as he emptied his seed deep within her. After what seemed like hours, when the tunnel vision faded and his eyesight cleared, Sam found himself draped over Dana’s back. One hand hanging limply.