Reggie would have Christy entirely to himself, console her without her ever realizing his involvement in Dave's death.Like Christy, Reggie had also cr...ssed the tenuous line that sometimes separates love from hate. He could never fully loose his resentment for white folks, but Christy was no longer his vessel for punishing them. She became more than just an object of beauty used for his physical gratification. He cared for her and could never let her go.The sound of lovemaking — the rhythmic. If there was a big black cock in this town, I should have guessed the preachers wife would have been the one to have found it and fucked it by now. What a tramp. God bless her.“ She has excellent taste in men”, I said“ Why thank you Miss Charity”“ Now let me taste how excellent you are.”Without further ado I plunged my lips onto his engorged member. I had to stretch my mouth wide around him too, he was a thick one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn’t mind. The sheer thrill of a new lover. Let's think about how to play it." OK, Bridgett." But. One thing, Carter. Whether we pretend not to be lovers or we don't, you must expect that things might change. The time may come when I must... treat this... Ingmar, and the younger one, his son, and perhaps all of them, equally. It may be necessary for me to be -- everyone's woman, for awhile." God." Yes. But Carter. It doesn't have to be a fate worse than death. It may be an accommodation that we all could live with. Let's think about it.. I sucked his cock clean and slowly and carefully placed it back into his pants. I was done, spend, I forgot how many times I came, but I didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count. What now, should I reveal my true identity? I needed time to think, I pointed at the empty glasses and mimicked that I needed to flush his cum down my throat. Bob understood and went off to replenish our drinks. It was my opportunity to escape. I grabbed my panties, whipped my legs clean and steadied myself and.