Amy pictured Jackson's massive black cock clearly in her mind as she felt her orgasm approach. She focused on the image, squeezing her big tits, tryin... to push herself over the top. Her husband sensed her arousal and sped up his pace. She imagined her placing her hands on the enormous dick, and bringing it to her mouth. She thought of looking up into the black man's eyes as she sucked him, but instead of seeing Jackson's face, she saw Treyvon."I'm cumming, babe," her husband grunted as he. She was hornier than a three-cunted wildebeest during a herd rut and the boys found that very amusing.Poor Martha, an attractive woman in her sexual prime, she had to work all day around very sexy men and then came home to sexier young men who eyed her exactly the way the truckers did--like meat on a hook. That any one would jump her full-figured bones in a heartbeat was quite apparent--sometimes too apparent--and more often than not, she dealt with more than one as they grew courage in. It had been a hard winter, and he had more than enough customers to deal with. His look of amazement and surprise when I showed him the hoard of diamonds was something to behold."These are magnificent!" He brought a jewellers loupe from his pocket and examined each diamond intently. It took some time, and he muttered to himself - 'formidable', 'magnifique' - as he perused the stones. Eventually he put the loupe back into his pocket."I can truthfully say that these are the most beautiful. Her figure was slight, making her seem younger than her years. But her eyes told a different story.Those eyes, the same sparkling blue as his own, held mystery and depth that he could only guess at. She was gentle and kind, caring and loving, even when he was at his worst with her. Which he did often, and on purpose. He couldn't stand the thought of other boys touching her, of them mauling her petite body, taking her virginity in the back seat of some car. Hurting her.He hated the thought of.