I note the pillow being placed under me & then the pressure of your hand easing me back down. With the pillow under my waist my ass is propped high in...to the air. To some this position may seem demeaning, but I truly adore it. I feel exposed, so out of control. And it’s a position where you can pleasure me in so many different & wonderful ways. Your tender caress over my ass cheek followed by a moan of adoration has me sighing within; a warm flush flows through my body & my knees begin to shake.. .. but what that means is that Virginia and South Carolina would still be fighting over who is the first among equals.And, you're right... it has absolutely NOTHING to do with fucking! Forgive me for getting us off topic.I've been reading your interracial stories. Interesting. I dated a couple of black guys in college. More important than cock size (and one of them WAS larger than normal) was all the baggage they brought with them - it was like they could never figure out who they were, or what. That sweatshirt was covering my bust to just below my navel . I couldn't cover my buttock with it. Also he gave me a red cap to wearThat part of town was kind of rough area and I didn't want to even think about my body and these people having their eyes stairs at me. Before we start to walk he grabbed my both arm and said we are going to get in to the bus and we will go separate and I need to think he's not even on the bus, but I don't need to worry because he's protecting me if anything. There's a musky smell in the air, a smell that I love and long for. and then I hear it... that chuckle with a hint of a growlDADDYS HOME!I pretend that I haven't noticed although he probably knows by how wet I am. he can probably feel my pulse as he slips his hand between my legs and runs his fingers against my now throbbing clit. I feel the coarse hairs of his beard brush against my neck as he leans in and begins kissing and nibbling my ear before driving his fingers knuckle deep in my.