. umm... pussy?” She guessed. “LICK!... mumble ... LICK!... mumble ... armpit... mumble... slow!” Was the huffy reply. “Right! Oh, right!...Of course, you want to slowly lick my armpit!?! That sounds so hot. You really know how to turn on a girl, Dan!” “I... mumble ... cum... mumble... mumble . .. hair... mumble ... high heels.” I would love for you to cum in my hair while I wear high heels, Dan. Or are you wearing the high heels?” She asked with some uncertainty. “ NO! You... mumble. You stand and press yourself against me and all the stories come flooding back to both of us. I can feel your breasts pressing against me and I feel the hot lust burning in both of us. I take your hand and lead you into the front room where I sit you down on the sofa. I kneel between your legs and slowly reach up to remove your blouse. I slowly begin unbuttoning from the bottom. As I move up to your breasts I am holding my breath as your blouse falls away. Your beautiful breasts are encased in. ?Before we retired to my husband’s room to sleep I keyed in the code to alert the world below that the spic was returning and secured her in the elevator. It was the end of another beautiful day.Chapter 2(Authors note: The racism is this and other chapters is in no way reflective of my views, or views I consider acceptable, it is fiction and fantasy)The wonderful thing about living outside the city is the acreage you can obtain for such a reasonable cost, not that cost ever presented much of an. Slowly and with some degree of reluctance, she spread her knees wide for his insertion and he did not hesitate to introduce his thick and fearsome shaft into her secret place like a key into her feminine lock. She opened up for him with no smile on her face but with her cunt lathered with her own juices that anticipated his entry and welcomed it without her full consent. She blamed her own long deprived period without male interaction and her memories of Mister Donovan's depraved use of all her.