His voice becoming deeper as his fingers pull the strap of my tank top down my arm. My breasts come into view; he groans at the sight. My nipples hard..., the rings that adorn them shining.His mouth hovers over my nipple as the tank top slides down to the floor. Finally, his mouth slips over my nipple. His tongue caressing my ring sending shocks through my body to my pussy. I moan loudly; he loves when I can't hold it in. His hands roaming my chest, going down my belly to the edge of my pants over. My own mother was about to be completely naked in front of me and my sister. We reached out and grabbed her shorts, four hands pulling them down slowly over the rest of her toned and muscular legs. Our faces were inches away from her pussy, put her hands on our heads to steady ourselves as she stepped out of the shorts. That was it, she was stark naked in front of her two children. I couldn’t help but admire her thighs, they were muscular in the most feminine way you could imagine. I felt an. The girl was stunning. Nearly every man in the place clustered around her, though she was a head or more taller than most of them. She was black, with shoulder-length hair, big gold hoops for earrings, and the longest legs Laura had ever seen, even longer than Yvette's, in black net stockings.Laura felt familiar stirrings when she looked at the beautiful black girl, but she tried to ignore them, feeling she didn't have much of a chance. The girl was obviously enjoying the attention of the men.. This night, though, I was passionate for my wife and wanted to feel that release of sexual energy within her. I reached out and grabbed at her big ass cheeks in my strong hands and began to drive her movements. She followed every gesture and began to crash her wet thighs down upon my own - our skin and attached organs making sloppy erotic noises.Would you believe that my wife never wore stockings until a couple of months ago? She would never have touched any private part of her body while I.