I weighed the decision. It was simple, disappoint the home front or indulge myself with erotic agony. It was really no decision at all.I walked cautio...sly toward Ray; his cock was a work of art. It was at least 9.5” long and thick. I knelt down in front of him and tried to grasp it with my shaking hands. At my worst I barely am over 115 lbs and my hands would not even close around him as I pulled his black foreskin back and tasted my first black cock. Every inch of his foreskin that my hands. I can see her big bubbly boobs in my eyes. And the interesting thing is she was pressing her boobs in my knees. I was still looking at her breast and my mouth was open.She caught me there and gave a naughty smile and pressed her boob in a little more power and went to the kitchen.From that day onwards I started observing her. I started to stare her at every possible angle, every possible time.Imagine guys how it will be when she sits on the floor and cutting fish and vegetables and I am sitting. "Oh, I can't stand the smell." She opened the bottle and held it under the prisoner's nose. The prisoner tried to pull away, wrinkling her nose. It was turpentine. "Go on. Start with those filthy jeans." Marie just cowered. Suddenly the dyke grabbed the waistband of Marie's low-rider jeans and pulled, creating an opening big enough for her to pour turpentine down the inside of the jeans, turning the front and the crotch dark with liquid. The prisoner screamed and started pulling at her. She had never remarried after she left Ray. There had been some dates over the years but it seemed that many men felt that a single woman with a child was desperate for any man and was interested in only one thing. The times that she had sex with the man she was dating at the time were always unfulfilling for her. She could never get the terror of her rape out of her mind. In the past few years the dates had gotten fewer and farther in between.Ann's grades had always been excellent in high.