His cock felt wonderful as it went deeper into me. It slid easily into my warm, moist and inviting vagina.There is no better feeling than a cunt full ...of cock and a good man driving it. I believed I was enjoying both.Ian didn’t muck around; he began to fuck me as a man who knows how to fuck does.I was happy, more than happy, I was being fucked and by a guy who obviously was extremely competent. I knew now why Aija likes him so much. By now I had adjusted to the way he was moving and seemed to be. ..”“Dear, that age was twenty-one.”“Mom,” she said, “I am now a woman, according to what happened last week. Derek is a man. Mom, why can’t we be married?”That’s when my heart stopped.The next day I parked at the office. I was early. I put the kettle on to boil in the kitchenette. I do tea. Most of the office does coffee, and it’s great coffee, but I get the jitters from too much caffeine and right now all the thoughts in my head do not need the enhancement of coffee-induced jitters. I’m trying. It was obvious the thought of being fucked by Troy's huge cock was still on her mind and was having a profound effect on her. Then she shuddered and I knew she'd had an orgasm and I knew it wasn't the thought of my cock that had caused it. The next afternoon we were at the Lakeside diner and who should walk in but the subject of Hazel furtive self pleasure session the night before, Troy. As soon as he saw us, he smiled and approached our table. “Mind if I join you?” he asked. I looked at. At first I was just gonna let her go in, but I saw that it looked like a rough crowd hanging out front, mostly black. Now I didnt think of myself as racist, but I am not naive and knew how black men love the big booty white woman and Angie was every bit of that. She was wearing tight little cutoffs and a button up shirt with no bra on her 36c tits. NO WAY IN HELL SHE'S GOING IN THERE BY HERSELF! As we walked up the stairs past the crowd she was getting all kinds of stares and hoots and.