Your breath catches as she excuses herself and leaves. You sit, face burning. I look into your eyes. "Don't be embarrassed. I am intoxicated by you ...as well." The words hang in the air. I take a sip of coffee. A small dab of milk on my upper lip remains, making me look as if I have a mustache of white. You start laughing, you wipe it off with your napkin. Still laughing, I smile. "Too bad," I say. "What’s too bad?" you inquire. That crooked smile you are all-too-familiar with already. Goodhead, who just grinned. ‘Tonight, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going on a date, so you can make as much noise as you want. I know you’re a good man, so I give you full permission to do whatever you want with her. Just make sure you tell her how to really satisfy you. Goodhead women are… well, very agreeable. We don’t say no to our men, especially in bed, because we’re real women. Not stupid feminists.’ Candi nodded, and Mrs. Goodhead got up to leave, her daughter’s hand firmly grasping my. I knew it to he was gonna get his BBC deep into blondie. To my shock, my Cock hard as rock as I could sense her lust at every touch on her milky white body. I began to precum from the rubbing. I put a towel over my crotch as I slip my hand into my trunks, Using my fingers around my small dick began masturbating at the pool. Imagining his black cock inside this white girl was breaking my mind. As he continued his pick up, I pictured him grabbing hand full of golden hair & pulling her from lounge. “Oh, boo, she’s got such a huge dick. It’s so much bigger than yours. Ooh, I love futa-cock!”“Slut!” I hissed, thrusting up so hard into her pussy, feeling Kurt’s dick pumping away in her bowels, making Kristine even tighter.Pleasure rippled down my shaft, warming my pussy and ovaries. A hot boil built and built in me. I groaned, my snatch clenching. Juices trickled down my thighs. I trembled, my ovaries drinking in the sensations, preparing a load of fertile seed to spurt into her cunt’s.