He had been impressed with the competent manner in which Dan had moved around the kitchen. It was obvious that he had some experience cooking in a pro...essional setting.Dan looked over at the cardboard box in which he had put the containers with toppings. Everything was in place. He double checked to make sure that the kitchen area was clean. He went over and turned off the oven from which he had removed the last pizza. He looked around to see if he had forgotten anything. The cooking utensils. "I miss you, Julia..." Carter whispered under his breath as he looked to the bulge in his pants. He missed her so much that it stuck to his every fiber. He felt sluggish. Almost like a zombie, just waiting for that taste of flesh to revive his fervor and spirit. That one moment of solice where she would return to him and remain in his arms. He was truly in love with his 'little mob boss girl.' The knock on the door to his room brought his erection down instantly. Taking him from the high of his. We sat on the deck and listened to music while drinking white wine.“Shit,” Lizzie said. “You do this all the time? Seduced all the white women and starting on the Belongers?”“I hate that word,’ I protested. “How do you think it makes the rest of us feel? I do my bit. I pay tax, spend money and don’t do anyone any harm.”“All right, don’t get touchy,” Lizzie said, patting my hand. “Now what are we eating? I’m starving. Don’t tell me you’ve made a salad with no dressing because it’s good for. That day it had taken me about an hour to get myself together, stop shaking like hell all over, relax a little – while his cum was running out of me – then, make my way to the house to see what she wanted. The actual breeding, from penetration to his pull-out, had taken almost an hour and a half! I was useless for the rest of the day.She did know that I pleasured myself a lot; I was always horny for cock and seemed to think about it all of the time. I ate a lot of my cum but also caught it in.