A black Venetian butterfly mask, I put it on.“Good, you look so sexy right now.”“Than...”“I sad don’t talk right now. Close your eyes and ...alk to my voice”“Good, closer, yes that right dear. Now, reach out with your right hand.”I did and felt his hand. He took it and our fingers entwined. I smelled food and that candles were burning.“Now come with me, eyes closed.”We walked through the kitchen to the dining room. I heard him move a chair against the wood floor.“Sit, keep your eyes closed.”I did. And when he's a copper you can't tell him anything."Yes, I left him snoozin' after a big lunch, and plenty of Australian Cabernet Shiraz, followed by brandy, wake up with bad head I shouldn't wonder." Don't you believe it Squiffy," I said with feeling. "That brother-in-law of mine can drink me under the table and wake up clean as a whistle. And anyway, don't you drink that Froggy stuff you serve here?" Not likely," he replied, "I never touch that muck, although there was a time when I found the. She's definitely not worth it."He knew his mother meant well, but he was still obsessed by Shelly, and though she'd left him for a black guy, that was really a part of why he remained obsessed by her; but, he also really enjoyed interracial porn! He enjoyed it as he sat in front of his lap top stroking his smaller white cock and watching those incredibly huge black ones do what his seemed increasingly unlikely to ever experience! So, nearly every evening (nearly), he'd jerk off watching those. Looking into her pixie-ish face, I thought I could see the same look of unbridled lust that I saw in my wife’s eyes earlier. The front of her shirt had changed configurations as well. Two gumdrop sized lumps now pressed against the cotton fabric of her blouse. I don’t know how much more strain the little ties could contain. I love tits! Every man does. My mouth was watering with visions of me sucking and licking and fucking those mammoth mammary glands. I have spent many enjoyable hours doing.