"What are you doing?" she asked. "We're not in your clinic." Just making sure your skin still feels right." I reached her breast, squeezing it. "Every...hing feels fine." Good," she sighed in relief. "I want to be perfect for Ryan."I kissed her on the lips. "Yep, everything's perfect. Go try on your next outfit."My cock was aching as both women paraded sexy outfit after sexy outfit before me, strutting like models. I rubbed at my cock, taking the time to give each woman a grope. My wife loved it,. Jak had had to work quickly. He jammed the partly butchered remains of his wife into an empty cask and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up pieces of flesh while setting aside a few gull's eggs. He then hurried down to the north end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his return he started to boil.As Shayla approached Jak's cottage, a slightly larger building than her mother's crude low hovel, she recognised the smell of boiled seaweed. Even when hungry she found the taste. He is fully hard and hes gorgeous foreskin pulls back inside my mouth.At this point he has a flurry of confidence and whispers "oh yes, you naughty girl, you like that dont you"I can only make a girly moan to say yes. I'm now in full swing giving him head. My head is twisting and licking and my hand is following my lips up and down, we are both in total ecstasy, enjoying it way to much to hear the car pull up downstairs.Suddenly he moans "where do you want it?" Pulling back out of my mouth and. " I simply answered.At the time, I just wanted sex. I wanted sex with a hot black guy just for the experience, and to say I lived out one of my little fantasies. Never did I expect the incredible effect it would have on me. Slowly, I walked inside Rashad's little house like I was his servant.When I stepped inside, I stood there and looked around. His house was like a typical "man cave" type of environment. It was messy and clothes were s**ttered all over the place. Dishes were in the sink and.