"There's too many bodies in the way to tell for certain right now. Can you get any sound on that thing, Calista?" "Sorry. It doesn't appear to be w...rking, sir." At that moment, the girls who had been blocking the view of Jordan and Jeanne moved out of the way. Both girls proudly displayed their full two-foot erections to the audience, and all the other amazons in the auditorium. "What the hell is this?" exclaimed Rhiannon as she saw Jeanne and Jordan. Now the other girls were applying. Unfortunately, he’s very unlucky in love. He married what he thought was a sweet gal from Haiti, the lovely yet pernicious Nadya. Such a lovely young black woman she was. Unfortunately, she was also insane. Once they got hitched and he moved in with her in Ottawa, she revealed her crazy side. Poor Uncle Wilson had to divorce the witch in order to save his skin. Years later, he repeated the same mistake. This time with a white woman. Uncle Wilson married a plump, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. He has a nice plump head and he keeps everything trimmed. His balls are shaven and look just as delicious as the rest of the package. Jess has enjoyed a few cocks in her day, but this one would take the cake! She takes a deep breath in and steadies her self. Jess reaches her hand out and slides two fingers up Eric’s cock. She starts down at the base and works her way up. She is locked onto his eyes waiting to see if he is going to stir. So far he seems to just be napping. His cock is sticky.. He couldn’t help but cast a furtive glance at the spray tanned leg of his wife and the sad, flat ballet pump plonked at the end of it. When had she stopped wearing heels? Naomi Lawson-Smith crumbled, faced with her secret vice: an alarmingly attractive young woman, a fact that she had never shared with her husband. She gazed at the girl’s soft red lips that continued to speak unheard words and wondered what it might feel like to kiss them, slowly, seeking her tongue, loving her gently, playing.