Closing my eyes, I pictured him placing his cock in my tiny mouth, and then fully taking me with his big black tool. My insides were burning with feve...r, and my exterior was quivering. I was aching for the touch of this black stranger and his mystical looking cock. A knock on the door, my dark skinned dancer opened it, allowing the beautiful bartender Johann from earlier. He entered with a tall bottle of Champaign and glasses while his ever present cock swayed freely as he took each step. Oh my. Another new black cock for Kelly to welcome into her mouth.Kelly's eyes remained fixed on his as she slipped her lips over the swollen mushroom head of his cock. Completely surrendering to the moment, Kelly forgot about her interview and instead focused all of her attention on the cock in her mouth. She leaned forward and took as much of his shaft as she could before pulling back and taking a deep breath. She then repeated the process, taking him further and further, and bizarrely enjoying the. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked them up. I turned the smooth satin material round and round between my hands and before I knew what I was doing I lifted them up to my nose and inhaled deeply.My dick flexed in response and a small spurt of pre-cum escaped from the tip without me even touching it. I instinctively dropped my boxers and wrapped the soft satin panties around my dick. I began to slowly slide my sister’s panties up and down my hardened shaft; I just loved the feel the soft. It only means that they will wait and zing you with the real problem when you least expect it.)I was at home settling down with the first and only drink of the evening. It was a ritual to have a bourbon to relax from the stress of the day. A little aside here: I believe that drinking alone is the height of stupidity. A drink because you like bourbon or whatever is okay. More than one or two is just dumb. Alone you have no one to debate with or to impress. Okay, end of sermon, sorry.My bourbon.