As I was being turned I saw cocks and balls that belong in sex mags. All of them were extremely well hung, I mean there was not a cock there shorter t...han 10 inches, three was cut two weren't. All of the were shaved and standing erect. Some one crawled between my legs, I tried feebly to close them, hands pulled them apart. Lubricant was smeared into my butt crack and my anal opening was pulled open by many fingers and lubricant squirted deep in to it. I tried to shake my head no, a huge cock. On your knees. Seeing no way out of this other than to quickly please her, I obeyed. Latoya sat in my chair, opened her legs and said, Get to work on your homework, slut. The word slut made me wince, but I ignored it and moved between her legs. Her strong scent still lingered and as soon as I tasted her wetness I let go of all inhibitions. I licked her pussy slowly, suddenly wanting to savour her flavour, just as suddenly I felt an undeniable tingle down below. Her scent was overpowering,. He licks all her juices. He then moves over to lay down beside her. They both rest for a bit. She says, "That was wonderful." He says, "There's more to come, just rest a bit." They chatted for a few minutes about themselves. His hands started to roam over her breast. "Oh, I love your tits so much. They are so big. I want to fuck your tits now." He brings his dick up to her mouth, so she can make him hard again. Now he gets on top of her, she holds her tits together. That confidence of his is attractive also. He is easy to talk to. He is open and honest, as far as I can tell. He doesn’t seem to be playing any games or give off any creepy vibe. Was that enough? Why would I trust him so openly and, when I let myself think about it too much, so dangerously? Ben Sheppard left about one in the afternoon on Sunday. He said he’ll be working fourteen hour days again through that Friday. I trusted him when he said that. He said he needed to spend much of the rest of.