"So---what? That makes them bad, or something?" I didn't say that," her husband quickly replied. "You kind of were! So, what about me? Do you think I'... a slut, or something, for wanting a Mc Cock Meal? Huh?" Well---no! But..." But what?" Nothing. Forget it." Then stop." His wife said. "I want a McCock Happy Meal. And I want one Now!"So, that's what he did.At the window, the sign indicated different available sizes---6 inch, 8 inch, and 10+. She leaned over so that she could study the sign."So,. I will always be reminded of her whenever I see that color red, so hot, so shiny, so attracting, my fingers curling her panties down, seeing her thick, light brown bush appear, the first look of her healthy, plump, uniformly perfect cunt lips, the soft noise as her panties detached themselves from her obviously wet pussy, some hairs standing straight out shining with juice, the first wave of her smell, my head was dizzying, trying not to hurry, take my time, concentrating on her body, how white. I loved her rubbing in the moisturizer over every squareinch of my body. She used a lovely method to apply the lotion. Sheapplied blobs of lotion to her lovely full breasts and rubbed themagainst me. Of course my clitty was hard from the attention; it gotharder when Beverly rubbed it with her nipple covered in lotion. Sheused her hand to rub more lotion into my clitty and balls which made memove closer to a climax. Just then Samantha came into the room. Samanthasaid, "Aaah, Baby Jenny is being. . Surging, raising her hips, she gasped, "If you want to." Da," Boris agreed, "If I want to." He poked and prodded both of her nether holes for a moment, not really getting into her anus. "I have never done that -- you will be my first." Almost unconsciously, Boris had come to grips with something that hadn't quite penetrated to Leticia yet -- tonight would not be the last time the narrow black woman delivered herself into his hands. Boris KNEW this, without being able to consciously discuss.