I reached down for one of her curves. A shockwave went down my body as my fat fetish was telling me it loved her."Are you okay?" she asked. She must h...ave felt me shiver. "are you cumming?" No, far from it. I have a fetish for heavier women." she let go and started to suck my cock. Her mouth rapidly moved up and down my shaft and her folds were bouncing everywhere. It felt so good to have my first blowjob. I played with her titties, which laid at my side. "Lauren! I'm going to cum!" She just. . Jonathon" That brought a giggle. When I was I kid, I hated be called Jonathon. Our third grade teacher had insisted on it, and she and I never saw eye to eye on anything. I sat, and signaled for a couple of menus.I felt lost for words for a few moments and then I realized there wasn't really any script. I just had to try and be myself, well a version of myself that didn't know Anna."That is a beautiful dress. You wear it very well." I tried, and hoped that wasn't too lecherous. But she did. She screeched and fell over backwards, then hyperventilated as she looked about atwhat happened. She caught me grinning at her and blushed, then ran over to me andclutched my leg."Did you do that?" Yep." Do it again!" OK."I hit her with a level 5, twice as long. She groaned and blissed out, sinking to her knees.I picked her up and set her on my lap, then did it again. She stiffened for a moment, then collapsed and purred like a kitten. I kissed the top of her head as I gave her a hug and left. He’s the kind of Black man that many of us sisters doubt still exists. He’s a God-fearing ( dude goes to church twice a week ), hard-working, law-abiding, university-educated, disease-free and gainfully employed heterosexual Black man who loves Black women. Oh, and he’s got no brats or ex-wives either. I checked. Yeah, I am lucky to have found someone like Jean-Francois. Not that I’m putting him on a pedestal or anything but he is a good man and he treats me great. Of course, I told myself I.