?Of course Lillian couldn't help but abuse me verbally as she did this teasing with?the fingers.??"I wish your cock was big enough to satisfy me, Clin...." she said as she flicked my dick back and forth between her two hands by holding onto the loose skin of the shaft.?"I mean, Zuko and my other boyfriends, the black guys at my work...they can really fill a girl up."Lillian began rubbing her palms on both sides of my rock hard dick, rolling it back and forth as if it were a large joint of. After a whileI snuggled between his knees, and leaned my head back onto him, andrested my arms on his thighs, and we both looked at the fire, and Ipoured a little more wine, and we both felt mild and easy. We talkedsome more. I told him the worst of my fears about my life with myhusband. He wanted to comfort me, I could tell, but his hand wouldn'tquite bring itself to stroke my hair. As soon as I dared, when I felthis hand resting on my head, and trembling a little less, I preenedmyself. ... She was sweating like a thoroughbred after a race, her hair was limp and wet as it hung down, virtually plastered to her ... her body seemed almost red she was so hot and sweaty ... she looked exhausted ...her eyes looked tired ... she was just plain worn out from wild fucking. Just as I thought her little show was over she turned around and spread her legs to about shoulder length and bent at the waist .. her red ass facing me. As she reached back to pull the cheeks of her ass apart I. If we charged $8 a head (about the same asthe movies) we'd be profitable if we only had ten patrons each day.We talked about it, and it sounded a little shaky as far as businessplans go. Coop seemed into it, and Jess agreed and thought it mightbe fun. It felt like Betsy and Lisa were just eager to see the insideof the house and thought $150 wouldn't be too bad a price to pay forthe opportunity. Ever since Brownie had told them all about theplace, they seemed to have a strong empathy for poor.