I loved her with all my heart, but somehow I knew I was watching her slip away from me!Since the birth of our son I had noticed that Angel did not app...ar to be overly interested in playing mum anymore. She looked after the children just fine. But you know, there was something that told me, if the children weren't there it wouldn't really worry her in the slightest. I really thought, if we didn't have the children she would have left me. I just couldn't figure out why she had changed like that.. The creamy color makes you look softer." "I can't afford to allow a soft appearance much in my work, which just about consumes my days." "Tonight you can." "I guess... more wine?" "Please. Come here; give me a hug before you go." "That feels good. Almost like old times. You’re still soft and cuddly. And unexpectedly dangerous." "Ha-ha. Do you remember the day at Belle Isle?" "Yeah, of course, how can I not? It was our first time." "The sun had just set but the air was still humid and sweet with. In fact, if they were married, they were experienced and all, and they were willing to bend over for my dick if we were super discreet and stayed out of trouble.My aunt Rosa was a schoolteacher down at Lincoln High and I had done her anally a couple of times just because she was needing it badly, and I was always around for her to fool with on a lonely Saturday night. She had a lot of married white female teachers in her circle and that was how I met a lot of them sort of on the sly with a. For, you see, she had thrust her police baton into my asshole, not my pussy. Before I could even beg her to stop, she started thrusting it in and out of me. At first, I cried out in surprised, but they soon turned to blissful moans. Oh god! Oh yes! Oh fuck! My moans echoed throughout the deserted streets for a while until I felt my orgasm resurface. This time, she did not stop until I climaxed, sending wave after wave of hot nectar squirting all over her. By the time the final wave flowed out.