Every woman's dream. And then she felt his hand on her butt as he smiled. She did as well. After all, that is why she was there. And she glanced down ...t his groin and his gym shorts were not good at hiding his large prominent boner that was showing. She could not resist and copped a feel."I don't mind but you sure dress simply for this."She grinned taking a feel of his hardness in her hand. He smiled broadly as she looked at it feeling him hardening more at her touch."But I honestly don't mind.. This suggestion perked Cindy right back up and she shuffled on all fours to the end of the couch, licking the white sauce from Kwame’s beef stick and waiting for her husband to join them. She hiked her delicious ass in the air and shook it in her husband’s direction. This was all the encouragement Jim needed. With hard dick in hand, he stood and grabbed the bottle of lube that had been thoughtfully placed on the coffee table. Jim bent behind his wife and appraised her beautifully wrecked pussy. Eventually he realized I wasn't going to snap out of it, so he just left me there. I fell asleep high, just like that, so my parents found me in the morning, naked, tied to the bed, and still bleeding a little from my ass." That's so fucked up," I said. "Did your parents press charges against him or anything? I mean, he raped you!" No, no he didn't. I couldn't really be mad at him. I mean, he was my boyfriend at the time. I let him do what he wanted with me. And he helped me discover. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge dark eyes looked into mine, and I looked back at her, my whole body as immobile as she was, for the whole time that my father and I stayed with the Bey, or so it seems to me in my memory.Even then I understood that the Bey had made her a token not so much of his power, but of his spiritual sublimity, his elevation above the profanities of common human needs — he could afford, without.