He ruminated for some time on the subject and discovered that he didn’t know exactly why he needed her. They’re trouble, these white women. They l...ike to see men fighting, reminding them of some childhood fairy tale, but the blood and the guts are real, as this was the problem for him. The lynchings and the bar fights and the lack of courtship in a world dominated by brute strength and verbal and visual pollution were also very real to him. They never disappeared but surreptitiously stayed in. While Dolly usually wore pantyhose for daily work, tonight she wriggled into a satin/lace, rather conservative pair of panties. Her fancy spandex/lace garter belt finished the foundation. It was time to complete her make-up and hair. For starters, she applied a touch of Oscar de la Renta cologne to her trimmed pussy and between her swelling breasts. The understated musky sexiness of that particular scent always aroused her and she wondered about what effect, if any, it would have on Dr. Vince.. "Marky," she gasped "Oh yes Marky, you're in me, you're fucking me, oh yes, oh fucking hell yes."The feel of the nylon on my back as she wrapped her legs around me was exciting. I was actually fucking my sister, her hands were on my back, gripping me, drawing me in as I began to move in and out like I'd been doing it for years, I even felt the wetness around her cunt against my balls with every forward stroke.I'd never known my cock so hard. It felt like an iron bar, but having said that, I. Just as I started to straighten back up a hand was on my shoulder (I realized that I hadn't locked the bathroom door) when I looked up I was looking right into the eye of a one eyed black anaconda. The stud was laying his monster against my face saying here kiss it make it feel better, come on white boy you know you like black cock we like watching you drooping. Open up you know you want to suck me dry till every drop drop is yours drain my balls. This was it I couldn't stop the urge I licked.