’ ‘Will you suck me and get me hard again? I’ve gotta fuck you more’ I moaned ‘I’ll suck your cock hard, mmmm, I’ll suck it. Tell me w...at you want me to say. Tell me how to make you cum. Tell me how to make you cum like you’ve never cum before. Are you going to pump my pussy full of your cum, are your gonna fill me up?’ ‘I’m gonna cum deep in your womb, I’m gonna empty my balls in your cunt.’ She reached down with her right hand and squeezed my balls, then she whispered: ‘cum a lot in my. This time, I was not going to be saddled with the wrong sister, just as Jacob had been strapped with Leah in that Old Testament Bible story. Alicia was the sister that I intended to end up spending the rest of my life with; NOT Francine.And I was definitely NOT going to end up raising the bastard children of Steadman Carstairs in this lifetime! I would still love 'my girls, ' but maybe as a loving uncle rather that as 'Daddy.'I couldn't help it. I would always have a special place in my heart. Our room was at least twice the size of hers. She said her master bedroom would only let her fit a queen size bed and after she put that in she was cramped. Without asking she walked over to our California king sized bed and plopped down on it and lay back.”Oh I can’t tell you how much I’d love to have a bed this size. And it’s nice and firm.” Looking straight into my eyes she asked, “…and I’ll bet it doesn’t squeak at all does it?” Laughing at her own comment I answered telling her “no” as she. ”“No I’m not Kay.” I snap back.“Yes you are, you’re jealous because Alf’s got big muscular arms and legs and you don’t. I bet he was a real catch back in the day, and you know what they say about black guys?” “It’s a myth, Kay.” She looks at me, a sly grin playing on her lips “I bet it’s not a myth with Alf, hung like a stallion I bet.”She reaches over and casually strokes my flaccid cock, pulling it back and forth slowly, coaxing me hard.“Ooh yes, a big black cock, and I bet he knows how to.