All of Sofia's attention was focused on the black man seated near the stage, and the big bulge in his pants. She couldn't see it, but she knew he had ...a big, black cock, and it was hard for her, and she... Sofia wailed helplessly as she tried to cram both hands inside herself and collapsed to her knees with the force of her climax.The manager finally succeeded in shooing Sofia offstage, and one of the bouncers was there to hold off her admiring fans. She was oblivious to her good fortune, able. I smiled at him again. “Please, Dusty. For me.” He looked at me, sighed again and shrugged his shoulders.“What the hell. Let’s do it,” he said. I kissed him on the cheek, and then punched him playfully on the arm.“What’s next, Dad?” I asked.“Well, let’s try this,” he said. “Lie down here, Jana, on your left side. Dusty, you lie down behind her. Both of you bring your knees up in a fetal position so your thighs, Dusty, are beneath your sister’s. The old spooning position it’s called. I’ll use. By this time, we had found our rhythm, so that we were already getting up to 20 miles per day. I was surprised that we were doing so well, but it was bound to end, I suppose. We had come to a good place to stop and were just pulling into our defensive box when about 30 white men rode up. They were led by a man who claimed to be the sheriff and was wearing a badge, so I guessed that he really was the sheriff of the county.Anyway, he said that we could not camp there. It was private property and. I kissed her inner thigh at the knee and slowly moved my way up her soft, creamy skin towards the ultimate objective. Just as my lips were about to reach her soft mound I moved to her other inner thigh and again worked my way upward. Saranya pulled my head closer to her as I put my arms under her legs and cradled her breasts in my hands. I could feel her warmth on my face as I kissed the edges of her silky mound. The sweet, musky smell filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, savoring her.