.”“Me!” Haley squeaked. “Can I have half?”“Objections?” Cindy asked. “No? Sandy? Brindy? Lita? Anybody?”Sandy spoke up. “Uh, what ...bout Mandy?”Mandy smiled. “Oh, I get the whole return trip. Y’all go ahead.”“Then I got the landing,” Sandy said.“Gosh, Sandy,” Nina spouted.“Oh, if you want it...”“Uh, no, you get it. I’ll fit somewhere in the middle.”“We got that Cessna back home. You can fly that one for real,” I said.“This ‘un’s for real too,” Cindy giggled.“No, it ain’t,” I said. “Cindy, you. Her make up was just how she likes it and before I knew it or was really ready we were of to Steve’s house. It was mid afternoon on a Sunday. Not the usual time you associate with debauchery. It was your average house on your average street, we knocked and Stevie let us in. He was shaven headed, not slim but far from fat, and in his late 50’s perhaps early 60’s. Dianne is in her 40’s and an absolute stunner as milf’s go with a pretty elf face and curves in all the right places. “Your batting. I didn’t realize that before long, this tall, voluptuous and regal Somali beauty would have me wrapped around her little finger. Seriously, I consider myself a player and I never even saw that shit coming. What the fuck? Ayaan and I began hanging out together, on campus at first, and then gradually we began to see each other off-campus as well. One day, I invited her to Chateau Nadege, an authentic Haitian restaurant located in south side Montreal, and we had a blast. I delighted in introducing. She threw her towel over the metal stall, turned on the water, and stepped in. I watched her nubile body as she soaped her pale skin. Her breasts were lovely, a little larger than a handful, topped with tiny, red nipples. Her ass faced me, wiggling, and I pounced like a hungry lion."What in the blue hell!" she shrieked as I pressed her up against the shower stall, my hands finding her tits as my cock rubbed on her body. "Oh, no, stop!" Just relax, sweetness," I purred. "I ain't gonna hurt ya.".