They don’t get out of bed all day. A cat nap, after Phoebe comes for the tenth time, she begins returning the favor to Les. Phoebe is as diligent ...s Les was. Between her fingers and lips, she soon has Les singing.After coming the third time, Les laughs, telling Phoebe, “We do seem to have a gaze of raccoons here. They do seem so friendly, though. Perhaps we can let them just settle here with us?”Phoebe joined in on the levity and agrees that the raccoons seem to have certain talents and. “Well, go on then, fuck off with your fucking black man, go and get some more black cock up you. It’s all you’re fucking good for anyway. Go on… fuck off.”Marcus still didn’t say anything, but then Michael made his inevitable mistake. “But God help you if the black bastard’s stolen anything of mine.”Marcus hardly moved, but suddenly my soon-to-be-ex was on the floor, his bloody nose spread all over his face.“This black bastard’s got everything of yours that he’ll ever want,” he said. Grabbing. "I can't wait that long," he said, as he took two steps to close the distance between them. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her, he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted the rum on her breath. He dropped his hands down to his pants and began to unzip them while his lips held hers captive. With a flick of his wrist, his pants dropped down to the floor."What the... What are you doing?" she gasped when his mouth finally released hers."I'm taking what's mine!" he told her as. "Um, yes, as a matter of fact it does," I replied and took my stiff prick from its concealment and showed it to her. "And the seed, or spunk, is discharged from the end of my prick here. It's called "spending."Her mouth formed the most delightful 'o' and I followed with, "Can you see the tiny slit at the head?" Oh yes!" she replied excitedly, "Oh, yes!" Hopping up and down and to my glee making her nubile tits flounce. Then it was my turn to feel of Rhonda's charms and I dare say, her breasts.