How many times had she told him that it felt so good? She had meant every word. How many times had she pleaded with him not to stop? Her body had resp...nded in ways it should not have. It was not right and that did play on her mind. But overwhelmingly she wanted more.Beth could not resist the power and strength that he had. That delicious sense of male testosterone and Beth knew Jackson simply did whatever he wanted. When he wanted. And if that happened to be to a married woman and a mother,. It was while we were eating dessert that I asked. "What are we going to call our new place? It seems funny calling it 'Hap and Rachel's old place'."There was some discussion among them but nothing forthcoming, so I offered "Let's call it the BB and W farm."Lana was quickest to the draw to take umbrage at my remarks. "Steve, are you insinuating, that Shana, Jana, and I are big beautiful women?" Now Angel, I did not call it the BBW farm, I called it the BB and W farm." And just what does that. We're not the only ones keeping busy!”Rosalie laughed, then turned away from the camera. “Mary! Come and meet my son and his beautiful girl friend.”A pair of black hands appeared on Josh's shoulders, then a stunningly beautiful black face appeared beside Josh's face.“Hello Sam. Hello Alicia. Rosalie told us about your enormous appetites for sex. I can see it for myself now. I think you put us in the shade sexually.”I had to respond to that! “That's not what Josh has been telling us, Mary. From. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, she laid down beside me, and I began to gently finger her- her hole and little clit still wet with my saliva and her juices. As she lay on her back with my right arm underneath her, reaching around to grab her right breast, I fingered her with my left hand, which is more dexterous from playing guitar. This went on for a while: I rubbed her clit in little circles, keeping it wet by sticking my finger inside her and curling it up to rub her G spot..