It was George, and the first thing out of his mouth was, "I'm so very sorry, Steve. I feel like an idiot for leaving like that." You don't need to apo...ogize, George. I was left wondering what would embarrass you so. Is it money?" Oh, no. It's far more embarrassing than that." What could be..."Before I could finish the question, George cut me off and asked, "Are you stopping by the post office again tonight?" Yes, but..." Would it be okay for Kelly and me to meet you there? We'd like to talk to. Oh, sorry honey, that just feels so good, I can tell the medicine is almost ready to come out. With that she took my cock and shoved it into her mouth and down her throat. My 6 year old little girl just deep throated me! I grabbed the back of her head and held her down on my cock. I couldnt take it anymore. I got between her legs and rubbed my dick head up and down her slit, teasing her holes. I spit on her pussy and rubbed my cock and balls all over her tender flesh. With my balls smacking. That was the first scent I noticed. She always wore a thick necklace with an “O” shaped container, filled with the perfume known as the fragrance of the strong woman. For many months, that was the aroma I associated with Cindy. By January, word on the street was that James and Cindy were on the way out. Sad, really, after a couple of years of what seemed like submissive bliss on his part. But, Cindy was ready to move on, to extend her charms in other directions. I never quite understood why she. It seemed like magnets either repelling or attracting each other. All of the women reached out their arms as Mathuga made physical contact with each one, even Miriam participated in this ritual. The young black man would start to pull one of the white women from her seat but each time would let her fall back down until he came to Miriam. The skillful black dancer took a hold of Miriam's outstretched arm and pulled her towards him like magnets attracting each other. Her positive to his negative..