She kept telling me to fuck her harder, harder. Then she stiffened as another climax hit her.I couldn't move as her legs gripped me so hard and I was ...balls deep inside her as her climax was enjoyed. As she recovered she opened her eyes and wearily told me I could cum whenever I wanted. I resumed fucking her and could feel that her juices had now coated my ball bag with her slippey wetness. As I pumped away and felt the coolness on my balls caused by her juices all over my scrotum I began to. While she was recovering, I pulled my clothes off. I slipped under her and grasped her tit in one hand while I rubbed her ass with the other."Are you going to spank me?" she asked, breathlessly."How could I not, when you were so nasty that you begged me to eat you, even when you admit it's disgusting!" I spanked her hard. I didn't bother counting. I figured that as long as Sandy was squirming and moaning under my hand, I should keep going. I would spank her four or five times, then bury my. Their constant gazing upon the black stud across the large pool was humbling to us.The two white women sat at his side, opening bottles of import beer for him every 30 minutes. They were sharing the marijuana cigarettes he lit from time to time, and simply looking up to him as if he was some sort of ebony Greek god.For the next 2 hours they remained in their area away from us and never made any contact with anyone in our group.It was around 2:30 when the black stud got up and walked towards the. Being a Department of the Navy civilian, he could wear what he wanted, and today, apparently, he wanted to wear a polo shirt, khaki pants, and soft shoes. He'd stowed his jacket in his carry-on bag overhead, and looked insufferably at his ease.Lenore, on the other hand, was in her tailored Service Dress, feeling hot and confined. Every time she looked over at him, he seemed smugly comfortable. She'd flown back from Diego last time in a tee-shirt and bluejeans, rather than the Utilities she'd.