Even the ones that look masculine, have pretty little pussies to fuck.”“Hold on. You butt-fucked her? Angels have assholes too?”“Of course, da...ling. Like me, they don’t have to eat, but also like me, they just like to. It has to go somewhere. The winged bitches all think their turds smell like roses, but their shit stinks just like everyone else!”Was that why I could eat any damn thing I wanted, and still keep my figure? The girls at school hate me for that, not that I give a fuck. Even though. If you need to leave I’ll call you an Uber. Just so you know, if you leave, there will be no more lunches or dinners. Our only interaction will be about the restaurant.”I watched the emotions flit across her face. Then she got a determined look on her face. “Steve, can I ask you something? Do you have a problem with mixed race couples?”“Not that I know of. My second wife was Costa Rican and it never bothered me. I wanted the woman, not the race.”“Ever dated a black woman?”“As a matter of fact I. Putting her stuff down on the kitchen table she turned on SiriusXM satellite radio on her phone and started straightening up the house. Then she went upstairs to her bedroom and bathroom and began thoroughly cleaning them.When she was finished she took off her sweater, jeans, bra and panties. Depositing the panties in her laundry cart she set the other clothes inside her closet. Then she put her robe on, took the paddle and strap out of the drawer in her closet and went downstairs. It was like. "Tess continued to give Owen precise instructions. I knew very well whatshe liked from behind; her adorable, tight rear was a delight and Ifondled and kissed it before I started in earnest. She liked to beteased, long slow licks all around, down her crack but not right on herhole, at least not yet. Lots of teasing, rubbing and saliva, the wholearea soaking wet, and then slow, languorous penetration, first by mytongue then fingers and thumbs. Slow, sensual, loving, until she reallyneeded it fast.