This was just what I needed. Kay made these slurping noises as she went up and down my prick. She eventually pulled away."You're so much bigger than R...ck," she said to me.That was all I needed to hear. I pulled her up from the sofa and I began to undress my sister. It was just as I thought. Her tits were sloppy big and hung down on her chest. Kay also had a belly on her. It didn't matter to me. I needed fucked. I pushed my sister back to the sofa and made her get onto her back."We really. Then will I swear beauty herself is blackAnd all they foul that thy complexion lack.Shakespeare, Sonnet 132I'll never forget the first time I met Martha.I had never seen a woman so ... so beautiful, so well-proportioned, so words-failing-me-ly amazing to look at.I had also never seen anyone with skin that dark.Martha was the color of fresh-brewed coffee. Not mocha, not tan, not any variation on the theme.She was black. Totally, completely black.It's not a criticism. It's a fact. I report what. Not that easy, of course. Oh hell, no. Every gesture is significant and every facial expression speaks a thousand words, none of them good. Is there a hint of disapproval in that quirked eyebrow? Or is it a trace of suspicion in what sounds like an awfully pointed question? Or I could just take that storm cloud on Mrs. Reed’s face as a giant-sized clue. Jahn decided, as his girlfriend’s mother got a good look at just what Jen was wearing and made the logical deductive leap on the significance. "No, it seemed quite peaceful to me." Your wall must be thicker than mine! I swear I couldn't help it but I heard my cousin and her husband doing it last night!" They're married George! That gives them permission to do it!" I grant you that, but it was what my cousin said that got to me! She said, "Just imagine darling if you had your wonderful tool inside my virgin blond cousin! She would be so tight and petrified that her cousin's husband had taken her maidenhead. You might even plant a baby.