Laurel used to be one of my favorite librarians. A forty-something, dark-haired and meek white woman. She liked to encourage local authors by setting ...p panel discussions to which the public was invited. Two years ago, I was on the panel of local authors. People came, and they listened to me as I read chapters of my work. They liked it. There aren’t too many bisexual Black male heroes in western literature. That made my work stand out. Rather than dwell on my characters race or sexual. Debbie lifted one leg over my face, holding her succulent bare pussy open for my inspection."There - look - just above the clit - my first dark curly pubes".She had clearly drawn the triangle on with a black eyebrow pencil, but I played along - running my tongue up between her soft lips to encircle her hard bud and then back down towards her tight butt hole."No daddy - you mustn't - not there - I haven't had a shower yet - it must be really smelly".Debbie needn't have worried - she tasted. He decorates it for Christmas. I use the little boat for fishing around here. If I want to go out in the ocean, I’ll just charter something.”“Well yeah, of course,” she said softly. “You just charter something. What the fuck was I thinking, anyway?”I yelled at Lora to get her ass in gear. She climbed out of the pool and trotted toward the house.We went back outside and I opened the right-hand garage door. Carley pulled her Honda inside. She got out and looked at the other cars parked in. I grimaced, and attempted to turn my head away from his semi-flaccid meat, but found my head trapped by the corner walls. Nicole felt some apprehension since in this position Dave was free to invade her throat and gullet and she had no escape since her head was pinned to the wall by his body and dick. I felt his shaft thicken and grow harder as he pressed it into my face, smearing a trail of precum across my right cheek, under my eye. "Fucking take it, slut!" he growled menacingly while.