I was saying, after dinner, Tracey's cousin Eddie is coming to pick him up. They live a half hour or so from here, he's going to stay with them until Sunday, when Eddie is bringing him here so we can drive back to school, Okay?" "Yes, sure. Sorry Honey I was distracted for a moment." Thinking about your black boyfriend's muscular body. Snap out of it and act your age for crying out loud. After they settled down, Donna began serving the dinner, asking Tracey to carve the turkey for them. Chatter was light, and topics varied as they ate. Debra did Hardcore most of the talking, on group and on about school, her friends, her professors...and, of course cheerleading. After desert, they were sitting talking, when the doorbell rang. Donna went to the door, blowjob opened it, and saw one of the most magnificent specimens of manhood she'd ever beheld. Black, but magnificent, none the less. He stood about six and a half feet tall, was dressed impeccably, had broad shoulders, handsome, and, as he smiled, showed perfect white teeth. "Hello" he said, "I'm Eddie, to pick up my cousin Tracey. Do I have the right place?" Smiling, Donna stepped back, and motioned for him to come in. Debra and Tracey had come up behind Donna Marie, and Tracey introduced them all to each other. Eddie, like all other guys, tried valiantly to keep from staring at Debra's mother, but with only minimal success. He carried on polite conversation, all the while checking out this beautiful, classy vision in front of him. Donna also managed to respond to the conversation appropriately, but caught herself wondering, for the first time in her life, what it might be like to have a black man, THAT black man in particular, on top of her, inside her, rutting with her as if they were animals. She shivered, realizing her panties were wet. Not damp, WET. About 10 minutes later, Tracey and Eddie were saying their goodbyes, Debra giving Tracey a quick kiss goodbye, Donna and Eddie, a long look in each other's eyes, as they walked out. Donna's panties were soaking wet. So wet in fact, that Donna could feel the trickle of her juices on her threesome inner thighs as it headed toward the tops of her thigh top fetish stockings. "Yeah, but like I said: she's a textbook goodgirl." My body is yours to play with whenever you want. By mypenname3000 It seems like hours have gone by but its fetish hard to tell with no reference for time. Now Hardcore she giggling, “what if Toby wakes up”? Oh God!” group Lisa exclaimed, threesome rocking back and forth on my face and fingers, with her pussy juices flowing even sweeter into my mouth. Shey nodded. The taste of blood mad the beast salivate even more, and she turned her head trying to get a last glimps of light as she blowjob got slowly swallowed alive. I do. Naomi and Tasha were just as happy to be back as I was. Doris was told that Joe and I were dropping by, and she kindly gave us coffee and biscuits, before Joe used his magic on her.