" Nope, go get your own. Get out of here, this is mine." The guy stuck his head out the window to see who he was talking to. I don't think he saw my f...st coming. I hope it didn't kill him. Not my fist but the door post that his head slammed into. I opened the door and he flopped onto the ground. I grabbed Fern and carried her to my car. The man hadn't got very far undressing her, although he had her top off and was apparently working on her underwear when I interrupted him.When I got to my. Of course Beth allows Angel to sit. Angel’s smile back at Allan is more a smirk than a smile. Beth and Angel chat and exchange facts about themselves. Angel is recently divorced. His Spanish accent is light since he has been in this country since he was a teenager. Beth says that she is married. But that her husband is out of town for the week, she lies. As they chat and sip their drinks, Angel boldly puts his hand on Beth’s knee. She pushes his hand away and takes another sip of her virgin. I did my best to comply, but her gyrations made it hard to stay inside. I was about to slap her on the ass and tell her to hold still when the scene on the video changed. Now the guy on the screen was fingering his partner’s ass. Pretty certain of what Karen wanted next; I stuck my middle finger in her pussy to get it wet with her juices while I deposited another load of spittle from my tongue at her “back door”. Then, with a slow twisting motion I slid my finger in past the second knuckle and. Me with a Cajun boy was not considered "WONDERFUL" at all in my own family, nor in most of our community...Especially a Cajun boy that came from the seed of a racist tyrant daddy like Pierre Broussard.He was nothing like his daddy and I loved when he came by the store. He was sooo handsome! A couple of times I heard Mrs. Delacroix quietly commenting to some of her friends in the store about how he made her skin feel hotter than a fire.He was tall, blue eyed and had wavy dark blonde hair ... his.