. I thought made me straight up."Rats!"Michael tried to pull me back into kissing range, but when I wouldn't comply he sighed and said, "What'd you fo...rget?" Rats," I repeated."Huh?" You know, as in, Here kitty, kitty?" I sang the last three words.Michael had a great flight or fight reflex, I'll give him that. One minute he's all stretched out with me sitting semi-demurely on his lap and the next he's up and I'm the one with my butt making contact with the dank cement. I didn't stay there for. My mind flooded with the awareness of how firm her waist was and a strange excitement about how sharply it flared out to her hips.I cast my eyes down for a final look at Mom's panties and the lovely triangle they formed with her thighs, patted her bare knee, and said, "You'd better let me practice now if I'm not to play the fool tonight, then."I played rather well that night and was the hit of the party. At midnight, several of the women, somewhat tipsy from the evening's consumption and loud. .a lot. Ever since I was first with a black man, and experienced just how very powerful black on white sex was, I couldn't get that thought out of my mind. To have unprotected sex with a black man was so incredibly enticing. The thought of being pregnant with a black baby was so very erotic. The thought of having a black baby suckling from my breast was so very sexy. The idea of being seen with a black baby sent shivers down my spine. Then everyone would know that I was a slut for black. Her eyes popped wide open, her ass tightened, and she lifted her head to look over her shoulders. Martin was focused on her. He did not look at Jane. His thumb pressed her asshole again. Her back was completely oiled. She was lubricated and primed for sex.“Do it again.”She felt him move behind her. His hands parted her ass cheeks. His fingers slipped into her and parted her pussy, and then – she squealed out, trying hard to find something to hold onto. His entire length disappeared into her. He.