He crawls to the foot of the bed to sleep at Emma’s feet. Where he knows he deserves to be.His head on her calves, they both fall into a deep sleep...until morning. When Donald awakes, he realizes Emma is not there. But he hears her moving around in the house. He wonders what she is up to, especially when she returns to the room carrying a delivery box.Emma greets him and says they need to get showered as he has a class to teach that day. They do, and Emma makes sure her pet is well-scrubbed. He pulls back out and sticks it in again, this time he’s found a rhythm. I wrap my legs around him because he loves it and we start to move. “Oh baby, you’re so tight. Yeah little girl, you feel so good. Take it all,” he growls as he plows back and forth. Grandpa’s penis is inside me making me feel so good. I’ve wanted this all day. He’s above me thrusting up and down my body. He’s so close. I rub my hands up his chest and hold tight to his arms. He smells so good, like a real man. “I’m getting. ” continued Debra, “My poop hatch is like a dutch oven of rotting vegetation, air biscuits, flatus, cut cheese and quief. That particular fart was a real cheek flapper of gaseous intestinal by-products. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire surrounding area has to be fumigated considering those lingering free-floating anal vapors I’ve left behind. It sounded like I stepped on a couple of huge ducks. It wasn’t very lady like of me.” “I’d still love to toss your salad” replied Ralph. “I might. My friend couldn't believe I didn't bother to approach them. Then I told him that she was way too much woman for one man and that black man Jerome gave her what she needed, at least twice a month.But William insisted I should go to see them. I finally accepted and my friend told me he would show me where my sexy wife was with her black lover.When we got there in the middle of the darkness, I found Jerome was with his pants already down to his ankles. My sweet Ana was sitting with her legs.