It’s huge—from north to south, it’s over twenty miles long.” Katrin stopped, facing a row of shops lined with a covered wooden walkway. A lone...man was there playing a lively tune on the fiddle, using the walkway to stay out of the muddy street. “This is where she used to play when it was raining. If she’s not here and she’s no longer at the inn she was staying at, she’s probably left the city. I was hoping to convince her to come with us.”“Is this the same bard that told you about Snow. I've gone through mine already."The girl herself was flustered at the sight of the man she thought was the handsomest she had ever met. Ron had still not stopped appearing to her as she slept, and last night he had made love to her in her dreams, but that was all private to her and secret. No one, especially not Herb, must ever know how she felt about the younger man. After all the intimate hours they had spent together in the last three days, Herb would be extremely offended to know that. And all that time my husband does everything I ask and never gets to go near my pussy. It's the life I think all white woman crave deep down. I think we all have an attraction to black men and I think every wife should have her husband for love and a black cock for sex. It just makes life so much more fun.Most women I speak to about this don't have the confidence to tell their husbands and they spend years never getting what they really want, but I tell them all the same, the second they get. His dark eyes have somehow gotten darker and hold a kind of primal look that men always get at this point. I reach up to pull his boxers off, trailing my nails down his thighs in the process, and free him, so very ready for me. I waste no more time, taking him into my mouth and reveling over the taste of him as it mixes with my own. I pull him as far in as I can and when my nose touches his stomach he groans, grabbing the back of my head, fingers tightening in my hair. I stay there for a.