After e-mailing and chating with several couples we found a couple that we seemed comfortable with and who felt the same way. They had also never done... this. We agreed to meet at 9pm Friday night at a spot at the local Mall and return to the same spot 9pm Saturday night. Friday night came, we were both a bit nervous. I asked Sue if she still wanted to go through with this and she said yes. She put on some frilly crotchless panties, a skin tight black dress and high heels. She packed a few things. "God, you have no idea how much I've dreamed about this ... I can't believe I finally get to fuck you, Sarah!" Hey, easy ... wait just a minute!" Sarah replied irritably, as she slapped her brother's hands away from her barely-there bikini bottom. "First of all, not out here." She glanced over towards the backyard fence, and the old Victorian house looming on the other side of it. "What if old Mrs. Miller sees us, or hears us? She'll tell Dad, and then we'll be in trouble for sure. And anyway. He was a 29 years old fromJamaican Caribbean he was 6.3 feet tall black guy. He had a well built gym tonedbody with 6 pack abs his name was John while singing songs for me he came veryclose to me and suddenly he kissed my lips. I responded him back on his lipsand he got the signal and then we kept kissing on for quite long and he was caressingmy boobs and he had very big hand. I was massaging my boobs very wellthen he put me on bed and removed my dress I was in front of him in my red braand red. I remembered a bead of perspiration that showed on your forehead as I leaned forward a touch whereby a slight gap between buttons becoming more prominent, and it revealed an edge of white lace, the beginnings of a promise of a cup of white lace that surrounded my flesh within. Now sitting here, my hand wandered down to my left breast, and cupped it. Massaging it ever so slightly. Running a finger over a now hardened nipple whilst thoughts of ‘what if you had plucked up courage enough to reach.