I run my fingers through her blond hair. It is soft and silky. I notice her ears have a couple of studs in them. I caress her checks and draw in her f...ace. I love her freckles, her button nose and those dimples are to die for.She moves her hands all over my shirt and works her way down to my pants. It has been a long time since anyone touched me down there. I was about ready to explode, and she had not even touched me yet. She starts to rub my cock through my pants and look at me with. As we headed for the door he jumped up "Wait just have a cigarette with me before you go." On the patio I started to feel uneasy. The place started spinning and I felt weak. "What's wrong baby" my girl asked. I tried to answer but I couldn't collect my thoughts. Then I felt the black guy grab onto me "He's just drunk, maybe I should give you two a ride home." She was down right thankfully but I knew something wasn't right, I didn't drink that much, did I? As he flopped my almost lifeless body. "I inhaled deeply, consciously relaxing my inner muscles. I knew she had small hands and wouldn't hurt me, but this was like the discovery of a new dimension. Everything from my breasts to my knees was super-sensitive, and the majority of it was centered in my womb. Her knuckles brushed my cervix as she slowly rotated her hand; her thumb and the heel of her hand put exquisite tingles all across my G-spot.My first orgasm came at me with a rush, and I clenched down on her hand; breathless, I rode. Again, he became more aggressive. He would pull his cock about half way out of my ass, and then slam back into me. He would hold it deep, like he had held it in my throat. His fucking became so forceful that he had pushed my thighs right up against the picnic table. He pushed mercilessly into my ass, making sure I felt every inch of his cock.His fucking became faster. He started taking longer strokes.“Going to cum,” he whispered. “I am going to cum.”“Give it to me,” I hissed at him. .