He knew it was incredibly wrong, but perhaps that was part of his drawl to her. Or perhaps it was those incredible, large green eyes and plump soft li...s. He didn’t actually know if they were soft or not, but he sure could imagine, and he imagined them on his and on other parts of his anatomy enough to drive any man insane. It was a miracle he made it through class every other day with her sitting there in the front row. He had to make sure that he didn’t spend too much time looking at her, any. Claire raises her head and looks back over her shoulder at me, a happy and contented grin on her face. She runs her tongue around her lips, looking like a cat who has just emptied a bowl of cream – and I did cream, oh yes, I creamed for you, my sleek cat, my pussy-cat ... my pussy-lover. With a smile, she says that she had better put the groceries in the refrigerator – the bag is still lying, unheeded, where it was put down in the hall. Ever practical is my sweetie-pie, and I love that about. " Speaking of which," he added, "white boy, why don't you go keep them company while your little wife here takes care of me?" Come on, Shawn," Michael begged. "I want to watch. I'm so hard right now." I don't think so," Shawn slowly slid his cock out of Jessica's mouth. He raised her forcefully and turned her around, pressing her against the bathroom. "I'm not having her parents walk on their perfect daughter fucked by black cock while her husband watches. Go down there and keep them company.". I mean here was the woman who had caused me so much pain just a few short months earlier but when I looked at her I felt nothing: nada, zip, zilch. She was still extremely beautiful and had those killer legs which were being displayed to their fullest by a very short skirt but I couldn't bring myself to give a crap. The funny thing was the closer she got the less real she looked: almost too perfect. More like a caricature of a woman than a real one. Her heels clicked on the flooring as they.