” I let go of her arm. “They make me feel comfortable, like I can be me, like when I'm dressed in your clothes I don't have to wear a mask.”“S...o, this isn't the first time, not even close, is it?”“No, I've done it a few times now.”“Well, this isn't cool, dude. I'm okay with you trying on my clothes, but my underwear are off limits.” She put on a stern face. “If you want help with this, I'm here for you, but don't touch my panties, James. Or my bras come to think of it.”Wanting to be done with. An older gentleman was looking over the other wall at the HOT action and reached down to give the (bottom) guy a couple tugs on his swelling cock. I was at a great viewing angle. I could see the whole thing unfolding before my eyes. As stated before, I was commando, so no underwear on just a pair of baggy painters jeans. I had loosened my pants some more to get to my swelling cock. I needed some relief watching this show unfold before my very eyes. As I was kneeling there stroking my cock I. Her voice was trembling as she tried to keep me talking, she was clever, I didn’t hear the guys leave but I knew the minute she said she was going back to bed that they had left, I could hear her franticly scurrying about the room, obviously trying to cover up any signs as to what had happened. I flushed the toilet and slowly went through to the bedroom. The light was out and she was already in bed, she knew I didn’t have a good sense of smell and she was obviously hoping that in conjunction. They know both white men and white women crave the power that their big dicks possess and have no problem showing it off. He knew why I was there and as I walked in he closed the door behind me, lit up a cigarette, and sat on the corner of the bed with his beautiful cock hanging off the side. Like a good little white boy I kneeled before him and began worshipping his superior black dick. I must say the picture he sent didn't do justice to how big this man truly was...about 9 inches long and.