There had not been a repeat performance of the activities of the first night. As the days went by, Jenny realized that she didn't miss Mick in the lea...st. What she did miss, though, was the sex. Those feelings were exacerbated by the frequent sounds of the lovemaking taking place between Maggie and Tim down the hall from her bedroom. Even with the doors closed, the sounds found their way to her perceptive ears. Many evenings, Jenny would lie alone in bed and masturbate as she listened to her. Mark puts a hand on the back of my head and pushes me down into Beth. My nose delves into her cleft under her tail bone. Cut off from air, I struggle to continue licking Beth as Mark pummels my ass deep and hard. I feel his balls slapping against my perineum as I take him to the hilt."Oh, Ah!" Beth’s moans mingle with Marks as he begin to groan his approval of my tight passage.Flashes of light begin to fill my vision. Mark pulls my hair back, lifting my face from Beth’s ass."Don't move it.". And then put her hot warm mouth on the spot where the ice touched. He just moaned with pleasure as she continued in that manner down his spine. When she took the ice and placed it on his ample ass cheek he moved in surprise. She followed it with her mouth, gently biting him there. Then, she let the ice slide in between his cheeks and followed it with her tongue. He really moaned as her tongue began to swirl in his virgin place, She reached down and fondled his balls as she continued to drive. She played with their k**s and picked up conversational Spanish. Good memories.But no blacks. All she knew about black people was from comment boards and her high school friends on social media—and most of what those sources told her was bad. Television, the internet and her friends sent her messages like this: Black people were moochers. Lazy whiners. Liars. And you just know they were evolved to be oversexed. Why else would so many of them be in prison? Even the good blacks, the Bill Cosbys,.