I knew I was becoming aroused beyond the point I could endure. I wanted to hurry home to my husband, but I was mesmerized by his bold statement…Stru...gling to maintain eye contact with that handsome black man; I blurted out in a quivering voice if then he had never had his own white bitch…Peter replied not yet, addressing me a devilish grin in his eyes…I was now burning; confused and hot with desire. I was wearing a tight blue skirt, high heels and a button up white blouse. I had chosen a pair. And, here's the best part. The pill's cycle can be reset quite simply by ingesting something containing a combination of citric acid, amino acids, potassium and zinc. Now, you could go get pills specific to all of these requirements, but you likely won't find any of that here. So, what is an alternative, you are likely wondering? Well, lucky for you, there is something that every man - every real man at least, not you anymore - produces that meets all of these requirements. Yes, sweetie.... Why shouldn't it? Did it hurt to die, I wondered. I found myself hopingthat it did. I'd squeezed the trigger as the spelltook effect. I hoped that Rosa's spirit had gotteninto my body in time to feel the pain as it died. Langdon, that puerco, was dead, too. I'd shot himfirst, right between those beady eyes. I don't knowwhich I enjoyed more: the look on his face when thebullet hit or the look on Rosa's when she saw herlover die. I smiled at the memory, then quicklychanged that expression to one. “You don’t have to,” I said, as I moved gently but deeply, in and out of her pussy. “What if I want to?” she answered. “Then, I can’t stop you, can I?” I replied. “Tell me if this is dirty enough,” Louise said, and then slowly, and pronouncing each word, she looked me in the eyes and said, “Fuck, my, cunt.” It was hard to believe she had said that, but she continued on and said, “Let me put it another way, Wayne. Fuck your sister’s cunt. Fuck it. Make your sister come, Wayne.” I.