Phil spent his entire life without ever having to deal inter-racially. He never harbored any ill will, yet he saw the way his parents cringed, even mo...ed when the neighborhood integrated.By the time he was thirty, Phil had had his 1.6 children and his divorce. He was tired of being a statistic so he became a hermit.He lived on the second floor of a three family unit, converted from its original one family structure.He learned to enjoy the verbal show put on by a succession of tennants. First. As he reached my pussy, which was already dripping wet I spread my legs and slid to the edge of the seat to give him easier access to my clit. As his fingers started to rub, I got a wave of pleasure. God… how I had missed him! He tried to carry on a conversation… about what I know not… as his fingers from one hand twisted my nipple while the fingers from his other hand plunged into my pussy and played with my clit. It was all I could do not to mount his huge cock right there in the taxi. Too. Charlie has a friend with a yacht. It’s at your disposal today and you can do anything you want on it.” She lays a piece of paper on the nightstand and turns to go. She turns back at the door and looks at you, saying, “Skip the convention today. Trust me, the yacht is worth it.” After she leaves, you look at me and say, “Up for a day on the water?” I say, “I’d love it. Are you really skipping the convention?” You laugh and say, “That’s a really tough choice. A seminar on marketing or a hot. He climbed off of her and went to her closet. He found her pink terry cloth bathrobe and pulled the belt from its loops. Before she could figure out what he was doing he had her hands tied to the bedposts. "I need a beer", he told her, "we ain't done, so don't go anywhere."She struggled hopelessly against her binds and hissed threw her clenched teeth, "You better not touch me again you fucking bastard." Or what, cunt", he laughed, "now that I've had a taste of that sweet little pussy, we're.