Her breathing became heavier, more labored from the exercise and, to her surprise and shock, from something else. She noticed a heaviness, a sense of ...want, deep inside. Her pussy lips, opening, her moisture, dripping from her insides. She swung the cane faster, harder, in unconscious rhythm with her galloping desire. Manu noticed this, his hand slowly stroking his chin, a faint smile on his lips.Her need taking over, her left hand slowly moved to her pleasure center and reaching there, found. If they can, I want them to see. I make my way to my bedroom, which has a few candles lit and it is perfectly clean. As last night I read you have better pleasure when you're in a cleaner environment. I see my different toys on my night stand. My big red vibrator, my small vibrating egg, my normal 8 inch dildo, and my favorite dildo that rotates that is filled with beads. I slowly rub my swollen D cup breasts, swaying my hips slightly. The silk feels like heaven on my sensitive buds. My long. She was dressed in a simple dress and was bare foot. She was, what I thought, very pretty."Hi, soldier boy!" she pulled up her dress showing me a patch of black pussy hair against her beautiful chocolate color skin. "How would you like to fuck a black girl's pussy, Soldier boy?'"How much are you asking?" I'll give you a real good time, soldier boy, if you give me two dollars!"I walked up close to her, she was still allowing me to look at her pussy. My cock was fully erect and she knew I was. . five bucks if Mac sucks him, and ten if he gets to fuck."Mac's voice was still almost shrill with surprise, dismay, anger ... and a very odd little note of something suspiciously like pleasure. "You were gonna collect money for me?" Look, Mac ... uh, dad ... it's just business." Sam stopped, as if that was a sufficient explanation. When he looked up from my hand stroking my hard prick, he realized that wasn't going to cut it. "Well, Mac owes me a bunch of money, and you know how slow he is.