"Dress shoes and boots up high, casual shoes in the middle, sneakers and sandals near the floor." Oh, a regular system," she said. She stood up on one...of the little salesman's benches to reach the upper shelves. She stood up on it, on her tip-toes, reaching for the dress shoe boxes. I stayed on the ground, trying to get another look up her dress. I could see high up her thighs, but no further.She started to wobble a little, and I instinctively reached out to steady her. It was only after my. “This juice that your papa shot inside me became you, and you came out of here. That is how I cure your papa of illnesses”“Mom, don’t you get such illness”“Of course yes, and when I do, your papa puts his cock inside and rubs my inside thoroughly till I am cured. So when we get together both our illnesses are cured”“When were you last ill mom?”“The day before yesterday, at night, and your papa was very ill too, so we cured each other twice. And now let me try curing you”With that she lay down. And he found it; found it at approximately the same time he began nibbling on my swollen clittie; and sent me into outer space with a tumultuous orgasm that I can still feel if I think about it on a quiet night. But he wasn’t done with me. He waited until I revived enough to stop shuddering and as he so quaintly phrased it: “Laid some pipe in me.” Again and again and again my magnificent black lover plowed into my gripping, spasming, tight little cunt, measuring his pace and not letting my. ” ‘Stuck up bitch!’ mouthed Paris, her eyes narrowing into slits as she hissed under breath. The voices slammed to a halt as the door creaked open once more. Startled giggles came from both the girls. “Tom!” they both screeched, sotto voiced. “You can’t come in here.” “Sure I can,” was his confident return. “See, I’m already in.” Paris, her face pressed to the crack in the door, watched as Tom winked at the girls. ‘Such a cheesy bastard,’ she thought, ‘but damn if those two air heads.