Meanwhile I had started stroking her hair. Running my fingers through it and giving it a little tug from time to time. With my other hand I had opened...her top and was playing with her little nipples. I knew that she liked it because they were growing like little cocks getting an erection. I noticed that one was becoming wet and thought that it must run in the family. This shifted my thoughts to Marg for a moment. I needed to make contact with her to let her know that I would be down near her in. Then she'd set her hands running down my back, over my buttocks and up to my shoulders and arms, where she squeezed at the muscles.Her touch was feather-light yet rousing. So much so that, with some relief, I felt my cock rising, pressing against her thigh."May I?" she asked unnecessarily, and her hand reached down to trail her fingers along my erection.My hand glided down from her shoulder and dallied over one breast. Silkiness, fullness, a delightful handful. I delicately fingered her nipple. . something."What's easier?" Timothy," she said. When Karen said 'Timothy', it meant something momentous was going to happen. I remember 'Timothy, I'm pregnant' and 'Timothy, let's get married' and 'Timothy, I want a divorce.' She took an audible breath. "I want you guys to think about keeping Vicki over there." W-What?" Please don't make this hard on me. There's this guy..." I knew that Karen was on her second or third since we'd parted ways, but I honestly thought that her 'mommy genes' were. . "Repeat after me... 'Black is better.' Chant it. It is your new life mantra..." The wicked man She chewed on her bottom lip as she heard the ringing sound of his belt unbuckling. The purr of his zipper. Then, as his ebon monolith ran along her glistening, pink sex, she couldn't help herself. Moaning softly, she gave a soft yelp at the slap on her near-naked ass. Then, trembling, she began rolling her hips against him. Her tenderness caressed his shaft as she teased them both. Her fiance to be.