She seemed all fingers and thumbs as she slowly undid the buttons on Malcolm’s shirt. And when Malcolm’s shirt finally fell to the floor, Debbie l...t a small sigh escape her lips as she looked over Malcolm’s very developed torso. He was extremely muscular with a wash board stomach and seemed to have biceps the size of Brett’s legs. His ebony black skin had a polished glow under the set lights. Debbie couldn’t help looking at the ripples on his chest, then his abs. “Ohmigod ... are you like so. Why are your nipples as hard as bullet then?" She grinned. "I bet your pussy's all wet, too!" No, you're crazy! This is sick and wrong." Liar. Admit it – you like my pussy!" No!" Pam shifted as it to get up. "You're wrong!" Take off your panties and let's see then! Show me you're not all wet!" Miranda grinned again. "If you're not loving this then prove it!" You're crazy," Pam muttered, shifting again.Miranda leaned back in the chair and hooked her knees over the arms again, spreading her pussy. No one must ever know!So, to sit in the hospital and listen to this old woman tell about her own experiences seemed eerie in some way. Like she was not alone in what she had thought to be insane kinky thoughts. It could almost be her sitting there telling the tale - if it had been the 1930’s rather than the 70’s and wanted her son to go to a good school and have a better future than she had ever had. She could feel the motherly urge, that drove Josephine to do what she did, to bare her bosom to. Pain shot though him as he felt a rib shatter, and he dropped to the floor shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs from his oxygen-starved brain. Looking up as he heard Saron taunting the woman, he slowly stood up and leaned against the chamber. He took a deep breath and cried out in pain as his broken rib moved. Placing his hand over it, he sent some healing power into it just as Garlina walked around the chamber he was leaning against and stopped as her mouth opened in surprise as he was.