Without being asked, he moved his hands up, delicately peeling open her pussy petals with his fingers. The interior of her pussy was pink, bright, gli...tening with juice. Henry swabbed the throbbing fuck hole with his tongue, then seemed to notice the fat little bump protruding at the top."That's my clitty, Henry," his mother panted. "That's the most sensitive part. Why don't you lick it for your mother?"Henry obeyed, touching his tongue tentatively to the sensitive, achey clit nubbin. Margaret. Seeing my wife's pussy-juice on that big, black dick while another huge rod pistoned in and out of her mouth was making me hotter by the second. Just as Maurice said, "Girl, you love this black meat," I shot my load in my shorts. When I regained my senses I heard my wife say, "Yes, fuck me! Give me that black pole! Ram it in me!" Andre said, "Since you love black meat so much, we're going to make an Oreo out of you." Terrell pumped a load into my wife's pussy, who said she wanted more. Andre. Something about her was making me crazy. Whatever she had it was better than Viagra. Thinking this would be a good time to ask her name I began, ‘My name is Charles Marshal. Most people call me Chuck, may I ask what your name is?’ Again the near blank look on her face, then with the recognition of what I was saying she smilingly answered in her slow careful pronunciation, ‘Michelle, my name is Michelle La Fontaine.’ Ah, so that was what made her seem slow or ditzy. She wasn’t ditzy, she just. It’s like a fog or mist has been lifted from my mind, he thought. My eyes have been blurry but now they seem okay. ‘Well let’s see how you’re doing,’ Dotty said as she began her normal morning exam. She reached over and turned on the light setting on the night stand. Jim jumped a little when the light came on. He stared at the lamp and then looked around the room. Dotty saw his little twitch and the wildness that came back into his eyes. ‘What’s wrong Jim?’ Jim took a deep breath and made.