'Bitch deserves it, ' thought Leroy, 'bitch gonna git it!'Leroy sniffed the air. This part of the park was pretty lonely and dark. No one was around. ...There was traffic from a nearby road, but that was the only sound.His big black cock began to throb. Leroy smiled to himself. Showtime.Moving as silently as he could the big black sprinted to where the path ran thru some trees. He hid behind a tree and checked out his kit. A cloth - nice and dirty - to shove in the mouth of any bitch dumb enough. ”“John,” she gasped, trying to regain control of her breathing. “John, what are you doing to me?”“I believe it's called fucking,” I replied.I pushed my length as deep inside her as I could, flexing my groin muscles to apply more pressure inside her wet, tight cunt.“Oh God! Are you trying to make me cum again?”“Yes.” I began to plow rapidly in and out of her, grabbing her legs and forcing them up, bending her so I could go deeper. This time, it only took a few dozen quick strokes to make her cry. .. doing..." I found my hand patting his erection gently thru the pajama pants, feeling it grow to the wonderful size I had once felt inside of me. My mouth kept talking what my brain told it, however, it didn't mean anything, for me in that excitement, it was only empty words, meaning absolutly nothing, it was pure nonsense... Suddenly I felt his young, strong but manly hands, covering my big, soft breasts, kneading them thru the thin silky fabric, like he was kneading dough. His mouth meeting. After dinner we went to the living room. After a couple more beers, I commented on an oil spot on Mike's pants. I went to get a towel and cleaner to see if I could get it out. While I sat on the couch, I had Mike stand in front of me so I could try to clean the spot.Scott excused himself to go shower. When he left I kept cleaning the spot on Mike's shorts. I heard the shower turn on, and when I did my hands felt up Mike's strong legs and thighs. I could see the bulge growing in front of my.