As we talk about it I tell her how hot it was and she smiles. "You think he liked it?" I laugh and say "what do think? Did you see how hard he came?" ... had counted 7-8 huge cum shots and they were hard, one or two flew past his shoulder. My wife was excited. Once we got back to bed I started licking her pussy as she laid on her back playing with her big tits. She was squeezing her nipples had eyes closed. Then I did something risky, I slid the laptop over and flipped screen open, she had lef it. My last SO used to rip the end off the last box and hand it to me. It's harder to screw that up and nothing to explain."There is no chocolate in the house." This was delivered in an aggrieved tone. It must be my fault (if true, which it was not.) She was a chocoholic, and that involved rule 9: "Q. Why is there no such organization as Chocoholics Anonymous? A. Because no one wants to quit." That turns out not to be the case," I replied. I'd read in some Heinlein novel, or maybe a Tom Clancy,. ......andmade photo copies of your licenses so the police will know exactly where tofind you. ? Cassandra slid the sheets of paper over for them to look at. ?They'll.....never.....believe you?. Kelly retorted her voice quavering. ?Oh.....you think not..... with a sworn complaint and the evidence produced......Ohmaybe you can hire a smart lawyer who can get you off at trial but I don'tsee how.........besides it won't matter to you........you'll certainly be arrestedand taken to jail.....and bail. Her round jiggly ass shaking away. I started spanking her ass hard. You like that nigger? You love white cock don’t you? Yes she gasped. My thick white cock jackhammered her perfect ass. I lost who I was at that time. My balls slapped her pussy which each thrust. I just wanted to hear her cry. I wanted to abuse her. My nigger slave. Reaching up wrapping my hand around her throat, I pulled her back to my chest my free hand slapping her tits. Squeezing her throat she gasps for air. My cock still.