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"Looking at it makes me want to touch myself, just like when I saw that photo," Annie said. "Can I? Can I touch myself while I stare at your big, beautiful dick, bro?"

“I told you. I’m going to make you scream, not just come.” you replied, devilishly.

She said, "we wash all the cum off of our faces, we get ready and we go see your hubby's work!" I laughed and agreed. We got ready like we did when we were in school, trying on different clothes, taking time to do our hair and make-up and giggling. It was fun.

This ritual is sacred, when the only human sounds are soothing slurps of sustenance strained slow from holy grounds my quiv'ring lips like fingertips as they dance over Braille, a reverence like Percival paid to the Holy Grail, this blessed bean! My smiling eyes look down, and in a flash I see a pubic hair--just floating there!--amid the neon splash.

Afterwards, as Tia hopped off the bed, she glanced at Gene before departing. He was covered up warm, his face bare and somewhere under those covers his crotch was naked as well. His slumber a deep and drug assisted sleep that guaranteed her escape from his home. Tia headed for the hallway and from there a clean escape through his front door.

Cynthia sat looking from one person to the other. And they all looked back at her. "I, I didn't know about the retirement funds being taken. All I concentrated on was the mill records. I swear." Shamaria looked at Cynthia. "We can help you. Like I said, we are a very small group. But we're a group with a lot of resources. You can't get a loan from anyone else. And the amount you are asking for is almost twice what your mill is worth. We offer two types of contracts. Both are 60/40. With one, we offer you the money but we own 60% of your business. Oh, we allow you to continue to run it and keep appearances of ownership. But that is just so that we can do business with people, who won't deal with blacks fairly. The rates are slightly higher than other lending institutions would give you. But then no other institution will lend you money."

Holly walked up and did as Steve wanted. He immediately started sucking her tits and feeling his way inside her cunt with his fingers. He laughed as he felt how wet she was. He gently guided her down onto his hard cock. Holly breathed in sharply as she felt Steve's cock stretching her just like Mike's had last night. This was magical. With the guidance of Steve's hands that were cupping her ass she started riding him. She smiled into his eyes and he smiled an encouraging smile back, telling her that she'd done the right thing to come out here.

Her one actual contact with sex had come several weeks earlier when she had nearly created a scene by opening the door to her father's bedroom and found him lustily mounting Dahlia, the black girl who helped in the kitchen. Melanie had only caught a glimpse of the lewd scene before she hastily retreated, but it had been enough to sharpen her curiosity. She had seen her father's broad, sweaty, hairy back and Dahlia's luscious, mahogany colored legs wrapped around his waist. She had watched the way his hard buttocks flexed and lifted and fell, and had heard Dahlia's delighted whimpers and moans as the big stud entered her again and again...

"Bring your knees up, baby."

"Relax dear," I said as I placed one hand on his cheek. "Turns out we had a class together… And, she was flirting with me in the bathroom. This just might happen." I kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, I forgot-- I told her you think she has a nice ass."

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to Lillian. "You go up first, but stop when I tell you." She did as I asked her, and when she had gone up enough steps to bring her backside level with my face I told her to stop. "Now, move your feet apart so that they are as wide as you can get them on the stairs." Once again she did as she was bid, and when she had her feet against the walls on either side of the stairs I placed my hands on my ankles. She was wearing the sensible, flat shoes and tan-coloured tights that women of her age seem to be so fond of, and I slid my hands slowly up the back of her legs until it came to the hem of the skirt that extended halfway down her calves. I didn't stop there however, and my hands continued their upward journey, pausing briefly to caress the sensitive area at the back of her knee as her skirt gathered on my wrists and lifted up to expose more of her shapely legs. Lillian shivered deliciously as I gently pressed my thumbs into her knee-pits before moving on higher. I spread my fingers to cover as much of her legs as possible as I ventured further up her firm thighs. I stopped again at the swell of her buttocks, squeezing them in my hands before sliding one hand between her legs to rub at her sex through her tights and panties. After a moment I moved it back to join its mate as they travelled up until they were resting on her hips, her skirt held up by my arms to completely expose her long legs and arse. "Take hold of it," I instructed her, "And keep it up there. I want to watch your legs and your arse as you walk slowly the rest of the way to your bed." She began to walk up the stairs again, and as she did so I reached out with my right hand, slipping it between her thighs so that my fingers rested against her sex as she walked.

"Timmy, you look good! How are things going?"

"I don't think you really want me stop now, do you?" He questioned. His hand slipped underneath the front of my skirt, gently rubbing across my thong covered pussy, his other hand caressing and squeezing my ass. I closed my eyes and held back a moan, squirming a little on the bench, my legs spreading wider apart.

Bill whispered back, "Yes I do, don't cum yet." He was close to me, I could smell him. The stranger was down between my legs.

Holding her mother’s elbow, they walked to the nearest table and sat down. A waitress noticed them coming and when they sat grabbed two menu’s and went to the table. Handing one to each, Ann quickly noticed that her’s was brailed. Smiling, she handed it back in the direction it was given and said, “Just coffee for me right now, please.”

When she was done I had my own shirt off. I wanted to fuck her badly but I knew she wanted control more than anything. Glancing at the clock, I saw we had used up half an hour already. That left only twenty minutes. I could push it to twenty-five.

Ray couldn’t help but look. His friends’ cock was hard and throbbing. Not huge but well proportioned and supported by a pair of tight looking balls. He saw his wife’s eyes light up and a crooked grin spread over her face as she stroked the length.

Finally the evening came to a halt as all the men were exhausted. Even Precious was looking a little tired as she went through to the back to shower and dress. One of the men pressed a large roll of bank notes into my hand.

Though the tone was a whispered command, he had tugged my hair playfully as he said it. His eyes were intensely sexy... searching...connecting in ways I can't begin to explain. I felt like he'd just made love to my hair.