She had gotten her first load of clothes out of the drying and was starting to fold them. I walked over and she handed me the box of softener sheets ...nd started folding her clothes. I looked into the basket and it was full of her lingerie, bras, panties and teddies. Jenny then grabbed a thong out of the basket and started folding it and said, “You gonna just watch me fold my panties?” It startled me and I blurted out, “Those pictures of Jackie’s, you mean the ones taken at that Halloween. That's it u slag cum on my knob yes yes she was saying I'm going to cum yesssssss with that she did, he then shot his load up her he pulled out & I took his place in her my other mate put his cock in her mouth telling her to suck that bitch I was fucking her I then let my cock slid out & I drop it a little I was then up her arse fucking her bum hole U like that don't u. U fucking slag fuck me fuck me she saying I pulled out & went back up her cunt fucking her till I shot a load up her not. Sigh. Yet, as usual, I pressed play. Instantly, I was disappointed when it wasn’t narrated by Rose. Actually it wasn’t narrated at all. This one was simply words, with lengthier scenes. Slow motion scenes at times. Focusing more on the glory of cock. Did I just say ‘glory of cock’? Sigh. GAZE AT IT (A built black man slowly stroking his immense juicy, hard cock) LONGINGLY (The same black man continuing to stroke his majestic cock) LOVINGLY (Another big hard cock being stroked, this. "* * * It all started innocently enough. I had broken my throwing arm in a Pop Warner football game and the doctor had fitted me with a large cast. At school, all my friends wrote funny stuff on it and signed their names, but at home the cast was a major problem, due to the fact that I was no longer able to masturbate. My normal practice of holding a magazine in one hand and stroking my dick with the other, several times a day, was now rendered impossible. Even with the magazine on my desk.