When they come home from having a big, thick, fat BBC insidr of them, they need to have some girly time with some one. They need some one to help them...change, go shopping with them, talk gossip, and to paint their nails. A girly man like you of course, real men wouldn't do that. I love how you describe my beauty. That will get you laid, but not respected. Only girls talk like that. Real men don't talk like that. They just fuck us and make us their bitch. But you aren't black." "So... I have to. He sniffed it experimentally, noting that it smelled of lavender. She must have recovered it from a trading caravan, or perhaps the entourage of some rich and influential woman, soap was a rare commodity.“Do you know how to use it?” she asked.“I’ve never spent my money on fancy soaps before, but yeah, I get the idea. You just wet it and rub it on your body, right?”“Rub it between your hands until it creates a lather,” she explained, “then spread it on your skin. It will help to wash off all the. She reached both hands behind her back an unhooked her bra, taking the thin cotton off after releasing the catch. He scooted back on the bed a little, resting it between them and pushing her cleavage together as he thrust between them. “Are you going to... to come on my breasts?” Lea asked, looking down at his big cock appearing and disappearing between them. “Not yet,” he told her, then moved down a little more and got between her legs, after moving the sheet away. His fingers were rubbing the. Mmm..about 4 or 5, I'd say.” Jan said. He nodded. “Well now, you see, you've got me curious now.” Jan said “About what you are thinking about when you when you are wanking.” You of course” he answered immediately. “Mmm..and does having my knickers help? The knickers that I have worn?” He nodded.“Let's carry on this conversation upstairs.” Jan said.She led him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and had him kneel and watch her pee, then made him lick her clean. In the bedroom, she ordered.