I hadn't sent her any recent pictures of myself. She was in for a surprise.Right on time, Darla Rothstein showed up on my front porch. When she saw me... she snickered. "You pervert, you're in drag," she joked, using her usual dead-pan voice. "Where's Nylon, my butch-dyke lover from the good old days?" Nylon was my gang nickname at reform school. We kissed on the mouth."Hey!" I said. "I'm not tasting any tobacco smoke in our kisses. I guess you're officially a non-smoker now."She folded her. Im guessing that those "boys" did not have what it takes to make her cum. she bucked against my thighs as i pumped her missionary. i kissed her feet as i admired her legs resting over my shoulders. i leaned into her, stretching her legs behind her ears, while i pounded deep into her. i kissed her mouth, she was moaning uncontrollably, i squeezed her tits, the nipples were as hard as my cock. i rolled off the bed and picked her up, she put her hands around my neck as i inserted my cock for a. " Cheryl and Doug's? I don't who that is." Yes you do," my wife snapped. "Cheryl and Doug are that missionary couple we talked to a couple of months ago at the neighborhood citizen's association." Oh yes," I replied, suddenly recalling that conversation. "Them. Weren't they the ones who'd been involved in that controversy in North Carolina a few years ago...because of that African guy who had this kind of cult?" That's them," my wife replied. "So, the same young black guy we saw a lot over at. What have we told you about waking me up?" I growl at her, giving her my worst morning bleary eyed look."Eeep," She manages to squeak out. She is frantically looking around for a place to hide."I don't think you are getting out of this one." Saul says from the bedroom doorway.He and Nimrod are both leaning against the door frame, with frowns on their faces. But I can see a tinkle of amusement in Nimrod's eyes, so I guess they know I would not really hurt her. Frighten her yes. Frustrate her in.