You run the back of your fingers down my cheek, gently caressing, then grab the stall partition behind you for leverage and mercilessly shove your coc...k down my throat. My body craves this, you using me to get yourself off. I hear the distant squeak of a door hinge and you can see the panic in my eyes as I look up at you with my lips tight around your cock. Understanding, you hold me still and stare straight into my soul, setting the record straight.“We’re finished when I say we are.” I cave in. I preferred the flirtatious guy. "Right.So... you're Peter and you like girls? Well this is-" No Johnny. I don't know what I like. I'm less than six months old. Ihave a lifetime of Peter Parker's memories in my head, but I don'thave a clue who I am," I shrugged. "I'm trying to work it all out."Johnny nodded. "So that's why you were avoiding me? Hmmm. Sounds likeyou need some space to figure yourself out. Well. I can wait. Whenyou do... well we'll see about our date," He sat back and sipped. After about 5 minutes of her ministering on his huge black cock he helped her get up and they went back into the bedroom. Quickly getting back into position I watched my beautiful married sexy Mom get back up on the sperm stained coverings on her back. She cooed, pleaded sweetly to the young teenage black high school student to please fuck her again with his big black cock. He got between her spread white legs and jammed his gigantic black teenage cock between her white pussy lips and shoved. She was pretty sophisticated for 19 or 20 and was well traveled. She told me about cotillion lessons (I didn’t even know such things existed) and living in a boarding school on the East coast, and how the girls were super catty and hated her for being nouveau riche (and beautiful) As we killed the bottle of wine she started getting a little flirty and risqué. She said she had her first sexual experiences with preppy lesbians and rich boys when she was in boarding school, that they would pine.