And as my fingers reach the head I feel sticky fluid from the tip and I cant help but moan softly and bite my lip with excitement. As I rub the precum... into your taut helmet with my thumb, I listen to your breathing getting heavier as I start to wank your stiff rod. I want to loose myself in fulfilling my passion with my unseen playmate. I cant resist you any longer&hellip, I lift my leg over your stomach, I feel your hands glide down my back and finally rest on my ass. I move my hips and I feel. (I know ... I know! Most people think I'm black when I tell them my name is Courtney on the phone, and then when they see me, it's a whole different story! But that's for another story!) Mom named me that, and I'm accustomed to it now.BACK to my story!I was out on a call with Jay, who happens to be my uncle, and we were moving a family of 3 with a dog out of an apartment and into a towne house after the woman divorced her husband and took him for everything he had! (I hate the justice system!). “Yes! Yes! I’m going to cum!” I yelled, my hips bucking wildly against his.“Not yet, Stacy,” John grunted and slowed his frenzied pumping. I moaned in near frustration but smiled, as I didn’t want this feeling to end either. Having his huge cock in my dripping wet pussy felt better than I ever could have imagined it would. And I purred like a pussycat while he kissed and licked my sweaty tits and tingling nipples and fucked me slow and deep. Lowering himself onto his elbows, he wrapped his. Howard continued, everything seemingly back as it should be.“Wait, didn’t the South secede over states’ rights and economic issues as much as about slavery and race?” I heard Chrissy Fairbanks object to Ms. Howard’s opening remarks.Chrissy Fairbanks was a classic case of how a small amount of information, embellished and distorted, can lead to a sincerely misguided person. In this case, it was no shock, as she was a transplanted Mississippian. She had been, no doubt, taught much of her life all.