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Even though it was early Friday evening on a toasty spring day, she trembled at my touch as if a cold breeze had licked her skin. My hand played with the sheer fabric that flimsily covered her butt.

Say the word and I'll blow this whole thing off in a heartbeat." I wanted to be supportive of her. Try as I might though, there was no masking the note of disappointment in my anxious voice. So, like many to-be-wed couples, we agreed to keep the option and our minds open to the thought. Some fucking farmer type who got his rocks off putting his champion heifer out for some stud's ministrations? Handjobs and blowjobs were reserved exclusively for him. There, major relief waited for my eager cock and forlorn balls. Unless I decided to spend the whole weekend edging, contemplating what Britt and Trey were doing. No take-backs for what would transpire this weekend. But she was extremely self-conscious about her perky little buds. Plus, bigger mommy boobs would make a nice bonus for her, even if only temporarily. I half considered suggesting she lean over and perform her own special suckling upon it but Trey had forbidden that carnal activity right after we'd initially met him. Dangling down from that sculpted abdomen, one of the biggest ebony cocks I could imagine pointed like a lance right at the tiny, helpless pussy. I stared at that image until it burned into my retinas. Snatched a dish towel and started polishing glasses. He unlocked the screen, gave it a glance, smirked again, and set it down. Real casual, like she might have liked M&Ms or Ben and Jerry's.

Left to decide whether we clung to our old life as an everyday couple or completely flipped it upside-down, topsy-turvy. How to be rational when his half-hard cock wants nothing more than to fixate on jets of black sperm breaching her cervix and knocking her up? Either we go back home and make a white baby in our bed tonight or you take me to Trey's where I'll make a black baby in his. This girl was as fine as they came, I'm telling you. Between her slender knees hovered the ripped torso of what appeared to be a black Olympian.

"I'm still thinking." "Let me make it real simple for you. ' Next, her knees were splayed wide apart, held airborne by her hands tucked behind them. There was the pretty Pony along with a lusciously hairless micro pussy.

So during our clean up when he went to take a piss and the next text message arrived on his phone, I thought: WTF. It was a photo of Kelly taken from neck down while she was flat on her back. The first thing I noticed were her two perky boobies. They were topped by dime-sized areolas that ended in hard pink points, which practically screamed: 'Please nibble on me!

Her amazing ass sung sweet music as it swayed across the parking lot of our apartment complex headed for our car. Along with the four-inch, strappy black heels she wore.

I had no intentions of catching up, choosing instead to lag a few paces behind where I could shamelessly ogle how her form-fitting little black dress, which was cut halfway up her thighs, perfectly accentuated her killer butt.

So I sat there squirming in the driver seat, craving relief as my semi-erect cock tingled.