Still I'll offer up the pain to atone for being less than a perfect lover over the past months.? Once your prong is completely inside my aching hole I...ll pick up the pace and try to make you hose down my burning channel with all that cum now churning in your tight balls. Perhaps you'll hold back to punish me some more."? ? ? ?" I'll be a good wife and turn until I'm facing you. Now you have a bird's eye view of your hard cock disappearing and reappearing as I ride its hard length, grunting as I. That would be like taking charity. Only if she was going out with a guy, would she allow someone to pay for the whole night. I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck."Ah huh, and just who are these girls? What are their names?"She didn't even look concerned with my question. "Just some of the girls from the office, you don't know any of them." You didn't answer my question, Lori. I may have been born at night, but I wasn't born last night. You don't dress like that to out with. At least that’s what I’m told.”My eyes were all over her body, my attention going from the honey-blonde hair and red-painted smile to the elegant shoes strapped at her ankles. On the way down, I saw the blue-beaded necklace, her breasts and button-nipples, those points of flesh cantered in the coins of their areolae. I was only vaguely aware of the striae, the physical evidence of how she’d carried and borne my father and uncles, my focus locked to her vulva, the skin smooth and hairless.“Oh. Plus, Mara and made it very clear to me, right from the start, that if we did get married (and I very much wanted to marry her), that she wanted c***dren---just not c***dren with me, nor with any 'white' Caucasian male, for that matter. Instead, she'd made up her mind to have ONLY black men's babies, and, more than that, but she only wished to conceive with African males. She was adamant about that, and already being quite in love with Mara, I never objected it.One of the things I love about my.