How did they come to go to these places?How did the experience feel to them?Did they just allow fondling or did it start out that way and progress to ...more?Were you content to just watch?What comes next?Women could write their own stories, or I could compile them and add them as one story on my "Authors" page.I still am stuck on coming up with another story...One of my readers passed on this experience to me:I was born and brought up in a small rural town in West Virginia. My mother and father. I wanted to call her, at least see how far I could get. Like I said, that ass is just too much to pass up. So thick and firm looking, no wonder all the black kids would feel it up as she walked the halls.So, about an hour after I get home, I decide to call her, the vision of the black kid's hand all over her ass still in my mind. After about 3 rings, she picked up, and it sounded like she was talking to someone in the background."Hold up baby... Hello?" She said."Hey, Vanessa, what's up?" Who's. Ready, but not ready, Brad knew what was about to happen, as he rolled his body between those elegant, heaving thighs. With Ashea's guidance, his erect cock was going to be guided into the wet lusciousness of her secret channel. Should he warn her? Tell her he'd never gone this far? No, she was probably going to find out very soon. Words were pointless, as she placed his cock head at her entrance, and his mouth reached for hers, just as she gasped, "In me, Brad. In me."One jerk of his hips and. I was hot and sticky and really wanted to take a quick shower but was afraid that I would miss my package. I looked out the window and decided I would chance it. So I got into the tub and took a quick cool shower. It felt so good. When I got out of shower it was so hot there was no reason to even dry off, so I didn't. I slipped into my black silk robe the one that barley covers anything and took a quick glance out the window and laid down on my sofa. I must have fell asleep because when.