My mind flashed back to the time, a couple of years ago, when I walked into the bedroom looking for my father. What I found was Jessica in the process... of getting dressed. She was standing with her back to the door in a white lace bra and matching bikini panties. I stood speechless staring at her gorgeous lace-covered ass for a couple of seconds before quickly turning and leaving the room, softly closing the door behind me. I moved my hand back up to her waist, hoping she hadn't noticed it. It was around 12 in the midnight and till now we both not even had a single word.After a while she got a sleep (I hope she was acting) and now I tried to touch her boobs by rubbing very slowly to her nipples, then she took her hand and placed on my Hard dick and holding it tightly, I asked her “rub it slowly” and now she Unzipped my pant and I also removed my buttons then she took my 7″ dick and started giving excellent Blowjob to me, I felt like Awesome at that moment.Now I touched her boobs. The tall, gorgeous black woman looked angry enough to scare Satan himself. I looked at her sheepishly, and tried to explain myself. She didn’t even give me the chance. She asked me to hand her the book I was holding and when I didn’t hand it to her fast enough, she hit me. Yes, you read right. She smacked me hard across the face. I stared at her, stunned. My cheek stung where Chandra had struck me. I felt a deep anger rise inside of me. I don’t care who this woman is or how much money she’s. That night James lay-ed in his bed, rubbing his cock, as he thought about what he was soon going to have, James’s parents were leaving on Friday morning, and he had History on Friday afternoon. James watched him mother and farther drive to the end of the street and turn round the corner, and out of the way for a few days, James smiled to himself as he got dressed and went up to the garage to find some rope, and the duck tape, walking back in the house, he went to the kitchen and picked up a.