... A soft voice rolled over his brain....no...hisMistress. She walked closer, growing taller and more regal with everystep. Exuding power out of ever... curve, he felt weak in her presence. Hecould still hear her voice, even though her lips didn't move. Soft andjust out of comprehension. He just stared at his Mistress. Her perfectbody, her perfect clothes. He reached out to her, and stopped dead. Henoticed his own hand, it nails long and perfectly manicured. His mistressjust smiled as he looked. If I got to loud, you could just stuff my juicey panties in my mouth to keep me quiet. Ahhh, but it is getting late, and I must retire now. With lusty dreams already brewing, I lay down beside you. Your breathing is heavy and even. What if I just reached around you, softly, to not wake you. I could quickly slip my well trained hand down into your boxers, and lightly stroke that beautiful cock of yours. What would you do? Would you keep on dreaming as your cock grew and grew in my hand? . As it slid into her, I savored the ridged texture of her warm inside walls…The black man finally dipped his fingers into Anita’s wetness, spreading it in a wide circle that stretched open her shiny pink labia. Her hips involuntarily moved to catch his finger, but each time he defeated her lustful efforts. Ana was now engaged in a deep kiss with the man behind her, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. She had also somehow managed to free those two large cocks from their confines. She. After his wife, Denise, died he sortof broke down and for a while started drinking. He also lost his sixfigure job at the company and had been working part time jobs to supporthis son. He had met his wife in high school and they had both been strongsupporters of the football program. In fact, before she had died they hadbeen gathering a committee to finance the construction of the new stadium.He also knew how much she had wanted to see their son go to college and heknew the only way they.