" All right, my name is Brooke. Call me if you need me," She said.She then sashayed away with their drink orders. Brooke felt eyes on her. Men wanted ...o touch her. Men wanted to feel her. Was she used to their eyes? Yes. Was she used to men trying to feel her up in drunkenness? Never."Damn, that's a fat ass..." I'd like to do some things to that..." You got the drinks for Table Eighteen yet?" Brooke asked. She promptly got them. "Yo, Brooke. I got something to show you," Brooke's friend and. I was looking at her pink core. It was a deep beautiful deep red and her juices were literally dripping out to run down over her lovely anus. A drop appeared at the center crevice, forming a little pool of juice. I could resist no longer. I bent forward and thrust my tongue into her center. She cried out, and her hips thrust upward. I slipped my pointed tongue a deep as I could into her and sucked. Her sweet juices filled my mouth. She tasted so wonderful, salty and delicious. I burrowed my. They frequently discussed the issues and looked deeper into them if they felt uncertain about them. They were reluctant to discuss politics outside of their home because too many tense arguments developed between friends. So on this warm September they sat down after putting the kids to bed to watch the news, expecting little of importance to be revealed. It was what is known in the news business as a slow news day. There weren’t any violent deaths, multiple car pileups, or miraculous cures for. Most of all, he wondered what marvelous things she might do to him and to his body. It’s probably something of a wonder he didn’t spontaneously ejaculate even before they’d begun, much less gotten wherever they were going.He put his hand on hers. As before her skin was warm, almost hot, to the touch, and he wondered if somehow women in Africa and in the Caribbean were literally as hot-blooded as they were reputed to be. Her skin, dark and smooth, seemed to transmit at the same time.