Richard Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion ...r anything else. He'd been only a loving man of some means who'd loved Monique with all his heart, all his soul, all his mind, and all his strength. He'd also been the most generous man she'd ever known. When she'd confided in him about wanting to change her sex, he'd not only understood, but he'd also encouraged her, even at a cost of several. She moved to sit near him on the floor. Nate sat up too. ‘Well hell Cleo. You definitely know how to knock a man on his ass. What was your hurry?’ Kate’s face turned red. ‘I thought that was Lila so I rushed down to that room. But it wasn’t Lila. It’s some guy and girl fucking. Good god I almost walked in until I realized what he was doing to her. What is it with some people? No class. Can’t they wait to get home? Animals!’ Nate blinked and then shook his head. ‘What room?’ ‘Right on the left. By now my cock was rock hard again and very ready to go. “You are so fucking hot. You make me so horny so easy. I love it.” I said to her as I grabbed my cock and felt for her pussy. When I found the hole I shoved it in all the way in one hard thrust. She screamed. She dug her nails into my back as I began to fuck her. She spread her legs wide to allow me to go as deep as possible.“Harder!” she yelled, barely breaking her moaning pattern. I went faster and harder. I could feel our pelvic bones. The thought of this young black man being soexcited by my naked body really made me hot! I had never harbored thoughts of infidelity, but I was nowactively imagining how his huge black rod would feel as it slidin and out of my cunt. all of a sudden, richard asked, "Who'sthere?" From inside the bathroom I called, "It's me," and I enteredthe room. He had just managed to pull the covers across hiserect manhood. However, the scrapbook was on the floor. "Where did you find this?" I said in feigned.