"What's your name?" Mel demanded. "Trixie"Mel could tell that she had the second hooker in the palm of her hand. Standing up, holding the first hooker... knife in one hand and the clippers in the other, she slowly sized up the second hooker. Trixie looked about 25, a bit taller than Mel, medium size tits, curvy, red hair and pale skin covered in freckles. She was dressed in a short black mini skirt and tube top. Walking over to her, Mel reached under her mini skirt with the butt of the knife. “look at me sucking Daryl’s gorgeous black cock!” she laughed, as she sucked and slurped on her black plastic friend. About three weeks passed and we were at a team building get together at a local bar. After a few drinks, one of my mates told Daryl that my wife fancied black men, and it was quickly reported to me by someone else that he had been told. I did not say anything and just ignored the subject all together. I did tell Sharon when I got home, and she wanted to know his reaction in very. ”He knelt behind Leo’s ass and swiftly buried his beard between Leo’s cheeks. Leo moaned in appreciation as his hole was penetrated and explored by my cousin’s tongue.George pulled back, catching his breath. “I see you’ve met your grandfather.”“You can tell that?” Leo asked, impressed.“Of course. I’d know the taste of that load anywhere.” He dove back in, eating my son out with gusto. George always had a thing for cum.He withdrew again with a smile, and I could see a trail of cream hanging from. ’ A slight disturbance, more rustling fabric. ‘My nipples are hard too. My finger is rolling one as your lips rolled it this morning. My left nipple, with that little mole you like to kiss. Can you taste me? Oh, it feels so good. Not as good as you made me feel, but so good. And you look delicious there, open to me. Two fingers inside me now. Can you hear? There is a mark on your thigh. I put it there, didn’t I? Two days ago, with the cane you love and hate so much. It is here beside me. Do you.