She felt a need deep in her being. A need to be filled, to have a man’s seed fill her pussy, her womb. She seemed to be in a constant state of arous...l now. She was not sure what was happening to her. She was fucking Sam AND John. It was not enough. Her need clawed at her. John’s hand slid down the waistband of her shorts. Involuntarily, driven by her memories of her son’s cock in her, she humped his hand.I am out of control! I have lost control of myself, of my emotions. She knew John wanted to. " Well, that's more than we knew starting out," Melinda replied, watching as Alex tried to prevent Winona from wrapping herself around him as they walked down the hallway. "Again, it's not that I distrust her, but she acts a little weird; a little pensive, a bit distrustful. It's like she's afraid if she leaves Alex alone, he'll realize what she's up to." You know, if this is a new religion, then we're where every new believer is. We simply have to take some things on faith. What I do know is. "Sure, why not. Sit down." She held out her hand, "My name is Amy."He took her hand and squeezed it lightly almost sexily. "Jonathan Edward Burns, but everyone calls me Jeb."She thought that she had heard or read that name somewhere but nothing came to mind. "Nice to meet you Jeb."The waiter arrived and they ordered lunch. Jeb asked and Amy agreed, and he ordered a bottle of Napa Valley Chardonnay to accompany their meal. As they slowly ate and sipped on the wine they talked, first about things. I’ve invited Jerry over for alittle party this afternoon. Grandma just picked up thegirls this morning and I’ve been preparing myself forJerry since noon.You know. I took a nice hot bath and completely shavedmy legs and thighs. They’re nice and smooth. I trimmedmy pussy for Jerry the way he likes to see it. Jerryloves red nail polish. I had Roger paint both my toenails and finger nails for Jerry.I don’t know what it is about black men but they loveseeing us white women.