Maybe, they called her cat woman because she fed stray cats and a cat or two always lingered by her back doorstep meowing for her attention and affect...ion, hoping for some food, too. Her name was Jenna Charles. Ever since her long-time lover and companion, Ruth Charles, died of breast cancer three years ago, she lived alone on Beacon Street, near the corner of Charles Street, in the house that Ruth’s grandfather, Ulysses Charles, a retired and successful, black banker, built more than 100 years. The pleasure was intense as she felt him slow fucking her. She could feel another orgasm rapidly building in her stomach. He felt the fire building in her and started to slowly increase the speed of his fucking her hot pussy. She began to meet each thrust of his cock in her with her hips rising off the bed. As she was peaking to another fantastic orgasm James released his load of cum deep in her pussy.Lizzy felt the warm white cum hitting against the walls of her pussy canal and exploded with. Roughly he prised open my lips with his tongue and then we were kissing, in a way I’ve only ever kissed my wife, his tongue was probing around my mouth as his hand kept me from pulling away.After a few minutes he moved from my mouth onto my neck, kissing and running his tongue over my neck, still holding me. As he moved around his left hand was suddenly on MY knee, as he moved his hand further up my leg my cock was aching to be touched as it was straining in my pants. Moving his hand from. Even that first night, teasing them seemed to come naturally, and I would spread my arms and hump my hips toward the ones who had attracted my attention. I heard whispers like "Look, he's gettin' hard", and "Work that thing stud".The music slowed to a heavier beat, and I let the gown slip down to my waist, pushing my twitching, black sheathed cock at the material as I got closer to several of the enthusiastic girls, and heard one groan "Yeah Baby, bring it on over here". I sidled over there,.