His prick plunged in and out ofher, harder and harder, there was nothing sweet and innocent about it.? Morgan?s breasts slapped against his chest,his ...outh occasionally finding a nipple to draw on.? Morgan felt only the constant, insistent pistoning prick driving into her, obliterating allelse.? Suddenly, she felt him pull out ofher, repositioning himself behind her.? With a squelching sound, his prick was onceagain thrust into her.? She caught aglimpse of Merlin in the corner, his hands under. With that Tiffany slowly composedherself and trudged back to the house. As she walked back in the houseshe saw her brother John sitting on the couch watching T.V. without acare in the world. Anger slowly got the better of her as she looked downat the mud soaked doll in her arms. "I bet he wouldn't be so happy if hewas the weak one in this house," Tiffany muttered as she made her way tothe bathroom to wash off her doll. What Tiffany didn't see was the redgem on her ring burn brightly and then. Net All Rights ReservedMore Stories By This Author | Printable VersionFive Warnings Written by Meatlocker / Jun15, 2004Five WARNINGSBy MeatlockerThis story is from a white husband's viewpoint. It is to be taken as a warning to other white men who are thinking of letting their ladies go black.First a little background, we've been married for 11 years, our sex life was good not great. We had tried other partners, all white men, but they seemed to not add to our sexual experience. Then, earlier. Fear perhaps... that seemed to add a sense of legitimacy to her claims."So what is it you wanted to tell me?" Lucy asked.The thin, red haired woman looked around the cafe, eyeing each stranger with suspicion as if they were some sort of spy. It was evident to Lucy, judging by the bags under her eyes, that this woman was not getting much sleep. "I think there's someone... some people... who are targeting you... and your friends, trying to harm you. I'm... I'm fairly certain they had something to.