Me: Okay, I can't wait. I am dripping just thinking about serving you.Jerome: Good, that is how a cheating married slut should be when anticipating pe...forming for a black man. I will send you a link to the new pictures I post in just a bit. Stay up and wait for them, but you are not to touch your cheating pussy until I tell you to. Is this clear whore?Me: Yes sir.Jerome: Great. See you tomorrow slut.That ended our text conversation for the night, and I remained awake while I waited for him to. Now... , If you will look off over on the left bank there, you can see the grass looks lush and green. Have you ever noticed how the grass from the past always looks greener?Anyway, we've been moving quite rapidly. What you see going by on the opposite bank is the Decade of the 1960's. Oops! I'm afraid you just missed it. (Sure glad I didn't)If you look quickly, you can just catch a fleeting glimpse of the 1950's flying by. I'm telling you Christopher Columbus would have killed to have a Ship. Sure Cassie was a transsexual but as far as they wereconcerned she was still a chick.Lots of alcohol was consumed and as was the custom Cassie had to have adrink with every full-patch member and probie; the full-patch memberspoured beer on Cassie?s colours to wear them in. A patch-holder?scolours were worn until they basically disintegrated and were thenreplaced and bikers were proud of their stained and faded ?Cuts? as theycalled them.Around midnight Cassie found herself sitting at the bar. He clenched his jaws tight to keep from yelling out as his balls tightened against the base of his dick and he spewed his come into her mouth.She continued to swallow until he was done, then licked up the last of his spend as it seeped from the head of his cock. "A good way to start the day, with my husband's sperm in my belly," she cooed.When he was thoroughly clean, she slid up beside him. "We need to talk," she whispered as she gently bit his earlobe.His chuckle followed on the heels of her.