" We aren't doing it yet," Laura murmured, unbuttoning the top button April's sweater, a pink fluffy garment that made her black skin even more tantal...zing to Laura.She kissed April's smooth throat, and then her neck. April shivered and giggled. Laura unbuttoned the next button. April pulled back."We can't do this here." I'm so wet for you," Laura said, shamelessly. "I want you, I want more of you. Once wasn't enough."April smiled shyly. "You're terrible. You get me all... hot too."Laura. My parents used to go out on Saturday nights when Evelyn babysat with me. One of my fondest memories was in seeing my mother put on her makeup. I made it a point to always watch her. I stood by her side noting exactly how she did it. I thought it was the neatest thing imaginable, seeing her face becoming prettier than it already was. When she was done I’d ask if she would make me look pretty too. She told me little boys don’t wear makeup. I cried telling her I wanted to look pretty like her. I. She matched me stroke for stroke. As my hand ran up and down my cock her pussy slipped up and down that dildo. She watched my hand and I watched her dildo. I was standing in the open driver’s door watched Ashley when I hit my climax. I swear to God that first shot hit Ashley on the face. It must have been three maybe four feet but I hit her square on her cheek. She smiled at me and reached down to finger her clit while fucking that dildo. Shortly she was panting, beads of sweat formed on her. ***She dreams of herself in a leathery suit with torn stockings resting on a large sofa. She is a witness not an actor in this dream and somebody else is controlling her body. Her dress is absurd, far too slutty. She would never go out in this kind of outfit. Her skin is very pale but she doesn’t look sick, her eyes glow with the same red light she saw in the woman’s eyes. The room is actually pretty big but she can only focus on the large sofa her double is resting on. A silhouette approaches.