Yet escape was not his plan. Owning your wife is. "I OWN your pussy, BITTTCCCHHH!!" Josh exclaimed, as he gave a final thrust and growled loudly, your...wife writhing frantically as the last smack of my pearl made me feel a second wave of soul-destroying pleasure. All your eyes could see was his backside, and his black cock burrowed to the hilt inside your wife, his balls flexing with his butt, as you were the eyewitness to this black man fertilizing my white womb. There was nothing you could do. Half the times he was talking she wished he would just shut up and let her go back to work. She eventually confessed that she ate a giant bowl of ice cream every night before going to bed, five scoops … and while she tried to be good, she gave in to the other temptations. Breakfast was always greasy, fat fried sausage and bacon or carb overloads like pancakes with tons of butter and syrup … or both. She reluctantly stopped going to McDonald’s … but she didn’t stop drinking her five diet sodas. Weena smiled, and then said she'd get some drinks and came back with three bottles of lemonade. "Charlie, do you know what's happened?" She asked as she sat the drinks on the table."Pretty much," he replied. He took a drink, and then continued on, "From what I can tell, he left money for me to make sure that the cattle would be taken care of." That's right, Charlie. Now finish that horrible soda." Weena patted his hand; Charlie again picked up the bottle and downed half of it."Tastes awful.". Two weeks holiday in Devon was just what he needed, a total break from the noisy, tedious work he endured in the car factory back home. The doctors had warned him, take a break now or look forward to a nervous breakdown. He was glad to take their advice, he had not had a vacation for over six years, it was about time. He was looking forward to today, he was going fishing, just himself, a small boat, a packed lunch and a fishing rod, perfect seclusion. There was nothing more relaxing than a.