’ Intrigued, Abi and Doug left the table and followed the sheepish Luke out to the foyer where stood a ten foot Alexander Walker original of a naked...black woman with skin the colour of milk chocolate draped in a white sheet standing with her back to the viewer and only allowing them a vision of her profile. A profile which was very similar if not an exact replica of Abi’s face. The silence had spoken volumes, and then all hell had broken loose, ‘Have you been seeing him behind my back?’ Too. Ansel was a large man, barrel chested and bull-necked, his thickset body was the result of years of hard work and healthy diet. But he did not fancy himself a fighter. He hated to fight, the thrill made him half sick, and hung over him like a black cloud. He also never ran, except for now, he usually moved with the lumbering pace of a sleepy bear, but like a bear, he could also run with a speed unnatural for his size. He moved through the waist high grass with deadly purpose, his knife already. After 10 different positions, it was clear that Blake was running out of ideas, his cock still as hard as it had been when Sam was sucking him off. Then Blake had an idea, he maneuvered the cum drenched body of Sam onto the bed and told him to lie on his back and put his legs over his head so his body was in the air and he stood on the bed and drove his dick straight down into Sam’s loosened hole. Perfect, he had said as he neared his 11th orgasm, sweat glistening off his muscular slim body. He. She said of course I do silly why wouldn't I? So i decided to tell her how much I enjoyed looking at her nipples when I was a young k**. Her face turned blood red and she got excited at the thought of it. I told her how my cock would get rock hard everytime I seen them, thats when I caught her looking at my cock again! I put my right hand on her thigh and grabbed my cock with my left hand. I started to stroke it until it was hard and asked her if she liked what she saw. She gasped in a deep.