So big... so black," Fahima groaned between planting kisses on it as she gripped his manhood with both hands. She loved running her hand up and down a...long the shaft and feeling the weight of the monster. Fahima felt Donte's hands on her hijab while he forced the last few inches of his black monster in to her mouth. He began to thrust his big black cock in and out of her mouth but her lips seemed to resist his back thrusts. She wanted him to stay deep in her mouth as she loved the salty taste of. "Whats goin on, Jess?" she smiled up at me and twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. "Well..I was wondering. Did you maybe want to go to The Slicery with me? We could play some foosball or something." Jessica looked up at me hopefully. I didn't really want to. Jessica just wasn't my type. Not a lot of girls were. I hadn't ever had a girlfriend, and no one knew it except Adam. I felt bad though, seeing as how Jessica was pretty cute and she liked me a lot. I itched my neck and looked. We had been riding around town one evening in my classic '66 Dodge Charger. We were chatting on the CB with her parents and some of our other friends. We scared the hell out of them all when, over the air, they heard my tires squeal, Diapers scream, and me yell, "OH SHIT!"Diapers parents, and a number of my CB friends, immediately wanted to know what happened and were we were all right.It took a long time for the laughter to fade when I told them what had happened. I had swerved hard to miss a. I was lying there with my eyes shut when he turned he light on. He shook me awake. “Hazel, get up. I need you downstairs.” I sat up. “What for?” I asked. He just walked back through the bedroom door without replying then he turned and added. “Just get your dressing gown on and come down stairs.” With that he was gone and I got out of bed and followed him. When I got downstairs I could hear him talking to someone in the living room. As I walked through the door I found he'd brought one of.