I wanted it, too. I pulled his shirt off, and he pulled off mine. I pressed my breasts against his chest, kissing him passionately. Ken was pushing hi... tongue inside my mouth. I could only fantasize that it was his cock, long and delicious. I imagined the pre-cum slowly squirting from the top, then his hot cum all over my breasts.Ken must've known that I was fantasizing; I must've been concentrating less. "What do you wanna do?" He asked in his deep voice as he turned on his side. I bit my lip. I am writing in this journal with hope and fear. Fear that I will be found and hope that my account of the facts will free my good name, well, my legal name. Until then, I hide under the identity of my sexy alter ego, Dalila Jones, using my seduction to gather evidence on my behalf. I can't trust anyone, not even the law at this point….let's get back to the facts in great detail. So I had just been abandoned by the fire-engine red porsche. The smell of rain made me look back to the stormy. Some red marks in her thighs showed me that her black lover had held my wife tightly while he fucked her in a rough way.I ordered her to turn over. The sight of her nice round buttocks covered by a tiny black thong, made my dick began to grow…“Did your nigger fuck you in the ass…?” I asked her.Anita moved her head and muttered a “no”I asked her to bend over and spread her ass cheeks. She hesitated but she finally bent over, putting her hands on her knees.I insisted that I wanted to check her. The painter gripped his semi hard cock and brought it back to life. Soon he was stood over the nun beating his 8 inches of angry cock whilst she teased him with her show. "Tell me when it's going to erupt.", pleaded the nun."Curse for me sister, talk dirty."He was pumping his cock close to her face. She could see the thick veins running down its length and the pre-cum oozing out and lubricating its purple head. His other hand was gripping his balls tightly and he seemed to be trying to milk his.