I am instantly hard at the thought of her naked. The way her hands will slide over her soapy body and the way the water will dampen her skin. Fucking ...ell! I have to get a grip! I mumble something about going to bed and head up the stairs. As I pass the bathroom I hear her singing. God she sings in the shower! This girl will kill me! I head down the hall towards my room but halfway there I change my mind and slip into her's instead. It's a sweet room. Very her. The flood lights from the. But release wouldn’t come (they would never allow it) and Robert grinned at her predicament.The shadows only laughed, pleased with the effect time was taking on their tortured prize. Their fingers again returned to Cassandra’s swollen nipples, thwacking and stroking them intermittently for nothing more than the fun that was in it. Each brush and poke at Cassandra’s swollen, throbbing nipples drew fresh sobs and screams from her lungs. So large and engorged, her nipples proved easy targets, and. I let my hands trace down to her skirt and i trace the waistband around tell i found the zipper and i slowly pull it down while kissing down her stomach as her skirt slowly falls to the floor. She is wearing a sheer white thong. I can see her wetness as her thong is sticking to her pussy with the wetness soaking into her thong. She smelt amazing pure anomalistic musk. I kissed down to her belly button tracing circles around it. My fingers reach the waistband of her thong and i slowly peal it. His wife was pregnant! Amazing. Fantastic---even if he, himself, was not the father! The fact that he was not the father of the baby that was now growing inside Mara's womb did not disturb or anger him in the least. After all, they had both deliberately chosen not to have a baby together, but to have some other man do the honors; and it had been Mara who had wanted it to be by not just any black man, but an AFRICAN man in particular; and Omar had been the perfect choice!As Tomas lay next to.