I could feel her heart pounding, likely still worked up from the gym. My hands ran over her wet body, slipping under her sports bra to free her breast...s. I stopped kissing her long enough to lift off her sports bra. We paused for just a second as we gazed into each other’s eyes. “Fuck, I want this so bad,” she said. “Me too. Your body is incredible,” I said. She immediately pulled off my shirt and we kissed some more. We made our way to the bed. She sat down and I started kissing her neck. I. It probably comes as no surprise that I liked it very much. But my husband sensed that I wanted to go a little further with my adventures. He suggested that I try sex with a black man. For me, it was like winning the lotto, the idea of finally acting on a longtime sexual fantasy. I had married at a very young age and had not done much dating before my husband, so the opportunity just hadn’t come along. But like I said before, I’d always had a strong attraction to black men, but how to get. . kinky, DD." Megan ran a more deliberate finger over the nubbin. DD moaned, reached for Megan and kissed her ... a thank you kiss that deepened with each passing moment.Megan kissed back. A new experience, a new thrill.Girls kiss, they always have ... it's not in passion ... it's friends. Guys shake hands, slap backs, even punch shoulders ... it's friends.Megan was still fingering that erect nipple with the gold collar exposing the areola ... permanent puffy tits ... puffy like Megan's but. I sat down and she reached around me and got the seatbelt and buckled it up. Now I was sure she was showing me those full rounded tits of her. She knocked on the pilots door and the jet started rolling. She popped down a seat from the wall and put on a four-point harness. She crossed her leg, but managed to do so in a way that I was looking right up her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties and I could see a tuft of red hair. As the plane rose in the air I got a better look. She was holding on to.