He then said, “Yeah that lady is crazy, man.” My bloodstarted boiling. Who the fuck does this guy think he isand how dare he disrespect th...t sweet loving women? Thenthe son of a bitch started laughing. I wanted to punchhim in the face and shut him up.“You have to watch out for that lady man, she loves thebrowns. When he said that I stopped dead in my tracks.Was this motherfucker saying some racial shit to me? Heturned and looked at me and saw the pure concentratedanger in my. Seeing the world from the viewpoint of her cunt was slowly adjusting her to think of her vagina as the centre of her identity in the way that normal girls thought of their head and face. Her mind - such as a slut could have a mind - was in her pussy, and her face was just a hole to put things into.The invitations had taken a long time to send out, because Michael had made Fucktwat masturbate to orgasm over each and every guest. He found pictures of them and got Fucktwat to imagine fucking the. "Yes I am, and you must be the handsome Pierre!" she said. We couldn't see her face, but we knew she was blushing from the moment he violated my wife's hand. There has never been another man that touched her in such a way. I loved it. "It's a great pleasure to meet you!" "I think you two will get along together quite well tonight." I said to the pair. Shortly afterwards, my wife insisted that she should show Pierre around the house. So me being the good cuckold I was, I let her. The tour seemed. " She was giggling as she said it, though. He was right; it really was hot as hell in the car. Even dressed as Tammy and I were, loose shorts and looser scoop neck blouses, belly buttons showing, I would have been more comfortable totally naked. Which is how I expected to get pretty soon. But even so, I had a better idea."How about turning the engine and the air conditioning back on?" And cracking the windows a little bit." With this last bit of advice from my sister, the four of started.