Other than the obvious difference of me being black and her being white, we also have different preferences when it comes to men. Stephanie likes the ...lack men and I preferred white men. Her liking and banging black men doesn't bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over to my house after a day of shopping, guy watching, and of course guy flirting.Stephanie and I sat on the sofa as we talked about our day at the mall. We not only talked about what we bought at the mall, but we also. At this same time I was getting deeper and deeper into research on magic online and in the library.The online research I was doing almost made me pinch my nose close it was so full of bull pucky. The stink was almost over powering. I actually gagged a few times after reading what I had found.It was almost not worth the few gold nuggets I found after digging through the load of manure. The only worthwhile things that I could trust were historical and mythological data.The library had a few books. A firm hand on the seat of her britches made sure she safely rose to the saddle. A husband can’t be too caring. She stood in the stirrups and wiggled her bottom at me, then blew me a kiss and rode off to Daisy’s.I climbed up into the wagon seat and Rory drove us to the hotel. Rory tied the mules to the hitching post, then we walked into the restaurant, and ordered our dinner. We sat there talking about plans and hopes, until I felt the need to bring up the thing that had been bothering. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking.