Pressing lightly against her slipperiness, my penetration was not only easy, but breathtaking as well. Feeling my hot flesh entering her sent a shiver... of pleasure through me. We moaned in unrehearsed unison as my thickness squeezed into her divine snugness. I began stroking my length back and forth, almost overwhelmed by the perfection of her body as it massaged me.“Wait,” she moaned as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my full length into her. The taunt skin covering my aching balls. I tried to whisper, I was not sure exactly what I was going to say but I had not thought that far ahead. Before I knew it he had closed the gap between us and his finger was over my mouth as he leant in to sush me gently I could smell him and I started to shake again. This time it was not from fear. Something was stirring in me, something I had no experience of but I liked it. I wanted to know more. He walked slowly around me, tracing his fingers against my dress. He reached my back and I. In ample size please, thank you. Wilson could now add one entry to his list: "Famous, or a nobody."In the absence of other thoughts, the amateur anthropologist within him often pondered about what it was with girls. Did they get up in the morning with the image of big black penises in their minds, or was it only while eating a banana? Whatever, it meant that being Afro-American had at least ONE advantage in the end. Michael Jackson had to be MORE nuts than nuts!On the backseat behind him, Anna. With her back to me, she peers at me through the mirror then looks away and keeps showering normally. We stay like this for several minutes. The blood in me surges to my penis, while the layers of soap build up on her perfect skin, and she’s using only her hands to slowly apply layer after layer, standing outside the stream of water. She suddenly turns around, leans her back into the corner, and stares straight at me, biting her lip. She’s rubbing her hands across her stomach, first as if she’s.