And I believed him. Now I realize I was just another chapter in their romance. They’ve broken up, seen other people, gotten back together a hundred...times. I was just another of his ‘in between’ girls. I was just part of a cycle, and that’s really all love is. A cycle, that might be endless, if you’re… lucky? I guess that’s debatable. Or it might end in disaster. So what’s the point? I know he showed me so many things. He was the first person I ever loved. He got me to try calamari, and only. Just as the plane was ready to take off, her seat mate moved over one seat, explaining that the end wasn’t taken, and this would give them each more room. Once again, she smiled and nodded, not anxious to make small talk. Once in the air, she started thinking about the man she just left. Having had to leave him a few days ago, her mind was still full of the fantasies that never occurred. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the flush of her skin. She was sensitive to the touch, and could not get. Later that night the two of them rolled around the bed lapping at each other pussies each thinking the same thing, "I wonder what my pussy would taste like cooked?" Jessica thought, "I wonder what her pussy would taste like cooked" Stacey thought as she continued to tongue fuck the pussy in front of her for awhile and they both fell sleep in each others arms.The next morning, Jessica and Stacey went down to the kitchen for breakfast "So tomorrow is thanksgiving, have you decided if we are. And he felt her nose buried deep in his soft,dark muff of pubic hair. Slowly and gently, Barbi began to move her head, herlips forming a tight seal around his cock, as she sucked and sucked, hertongue swirling around and around the tip of that shaft until poor Bobby criedas he felt he was almost ready to explode….his cock NOW as hard as stainlesssteel… Raising his head, he looked at this exotic negro….looking sooooosexy there, half laying on her side, one leg raised well into the air,spreading.