Those things are a part of them that they do not question and can only concur by slowly maturing. Zax might have a soul that is on an equal level as a...D level Mist User and most definitely more capable. His soul can grant him a clearer insight and comprehension than anyone whose soul level is lower, but having a better tool does not affect the proficiency of the user until they diligently train in it. Thus, Zax kept crying in a hoarse voice like a lost child."Heavens, Laylen! Thank our Supreme. She explained to me that we got shit faced at a college seniors house last night and that I was picked up by one of the guys that lived there. She couldnt remember who though, I was worried. I grabbed my panties and slipped them passed my slim tanned legs and onto my hips over my large ass. When they reached contact with my mound I groaned, feeling the cold wetness of them, and yanked them off as fast as I could. How nasty, I never hooked up with any one and here I was, worried about who I. In the shadows, a figure stepped forward. Dressed in a black sweatsuit, ski-mask, leather gloves and sneakers, he looked like something from a cheap tv-movie, Deanna let out a squeak and began to run up the stairs. Behind her, she could hear him crash into a small table against the wall and curse quietly. When she reached the landing, she looked down and saw him picking himself up from the floor. The cause of his problem was immediately obvious, an oval rug that had been recently added to the. You’d better explain yourself, you fucking asshole!”I explained briefly how I met the women and about the cuckold and cheating encounters, and then apologized, saying, “I’m so sorry, honey, but you’ve been so busy at work and not interested in sex when you are home. Those ladies were hungry for some of my thick, black fuck meat, and I mistakenly may have rationalized that you’d be okay with it. You used to tease me back in London about how much the white wives wanted my cock, and I figured that.