My wife is stiff, practiced. Never wild. Not like my Katherine.Last Fourth of July, before her senior year at University, we cooked out on the dock. T...ere's a little lake in the middle of our fields. Most of it manmade, but stocked from time to time with trout. I set up the grill on the edge of the lake. Katherine came down from the house while I was getting the fire lit. She unbuttoned her shirt and hung it from the grill for me to watch for fear of it blowing away. She hadn't been wearing a. As soon as his head touched the pillow, she dropped to her hands and knees over his erection. She licked him with a broad stroke of her tongue from root to tip, a long journey that summoned up a fresh ache of need deep inside her.The cougar savors the taste of the meat – the warmth of it. At last, the sustenance she requires is hers. She devours her prey, desperate to sate her hunger. Dave gasped as she lifted his cock and took him deep into her hot mouth. Marie moaned, her lips stretched. For years I had been writing stories about interracial sex, you know the ones I am talking about, with shy white wives winding up becoming sluts for black studs. The sort of men who are every white man?s nightmare, big cock, muscles, and worse yet your woman can?t get enough of them.Anyhow it takes time to write these things, so one day my wife wanted me to go out to her girlfriend?s house with her. I ditched by lying to her and saying I had work to do. As soon as she was gone I turned on the. Since their buddies manipulation of the image file from behind the food lion was the reason for our lack of trust. There wasn’t anything I could, or would do for them.“Hello Mr Commissioner,” I said to the man trying to be as small as possible in the cell.I had seen that before, often as a matter of fact. Powerful men who had been stripped of their power often reverted to animal like behavior. He was simply trying to be invisible, and hope the threat would go away. He intellectually knew it.