As I lay on the floor behind your chair, I request that you stand over my head. You don’t hesitate a second and quickly position yourself over my he...ad, with one foot on each side of my shoulders, as you face my feet. “Lower yourself onto me until you are sitting on my face.” My hands are on the top sides of your thighs as you slowly squat over my face. “I can smell your pussy juices already.” You’re most comfortable kneeling over my face, which allows my nose to press right against your clit.. I didn't know what was going to happy to our family. Uncle Paul was able to pick us up within ten minutes, since he didn’t live too far. He stayed in Northwest DC, near Howard University. On the way to his house mama told him everything. Uncle Paul said not to worry, and that we could stay at his house for as long as we needed to do so. I was still in shock about dad turning so violent, especially since he was the one who had a woman in the house. He had never hit me, or even raised his voice. That’s my very loving wife, man! That’s how she is, and now you’re going to benefit from her loving ways as surely as I do,” Eric assured me as he continued to fondle and grope his darling wife.In any case, I was definitely in my personal Heaven, having a wonderful slut like Bobbie ride me this way as a wake-up call. It was my first time inside her pussy, of course, but I wasn’t surprised at how well she used her magical twat (at least, it felt fucking magical to me, damn it) to pleasure me. It. There, sitting on my couch, was a dark haired, blue eyed, very tan man with several tattoos on his arms, neck, and hands. His jet black hair was pulled up into a short ponytail, and the grin, on his very full luscious lips, told me that I was in big, big trouble. I tried to move my legs, tried to bend over and pick up the can, tried to scream, tried to run, but for some reason my body wouldnt obey me. I watched as he stood up, I watched as he slowly approached me, watched the joy in his ice.