.take it any way you want"she whispered."Good bitch,you can extract my cockmeat now,I am going to fucking paste your dirty little mouth and face for y...u.Would you like that"? Without answering,she went to work straight away.Grabbing her thick blonde hair,I ripped her head away from the crown of my knob."Look at me,wife,You haven't answered me.I asked if you'd like that?"Through her smudged red lipstick and her pouting lips she said "Yes,darling,you know that anything you like is my wish to do. All we need to do is act smart and stop fighting each other. In Haiti, widespread man-bashing doesn’t fill women’s and men’s live s the way it seems to affect all aspects of American life. I’m not saying Haitian men and Haitian women magically got along. They’re human. Everyone’s got their moments. In America, it seems there are social agencies dedicated to ensuring that the woman hates the man. And Black women in America took to man-bashing like cats take to hunting mice. When Black men and. Touch me everywhere.]Pete sucked on her neck as he squeezed her boobs."I like it," she moaned. "Here, I'll unbutton the blouse. I want to take it off." [Kiss me everywhere, Joe, kiss me everywhere.]Pete fell to his knees and started kissing and biting her bra."Maybe you would like me to take this off, no?" she asked, reaching behind herself to unhook her bra. [Suck my tits, Joe, suck my tits!]"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Pete was wild with desire. He sucked one tit into his mouth and started. She lived next door to us and always seemed to be wearing tight fitting dresses, or skirts with sweaters, to show off those mature curves. She also seemed to make sure that her outfits were completed with black seamed nylon stockings and 4 to 5 inch spike high heels. She had been divorced for some time, but never had male friends around. She had deep sexy eyes, the kind of mouth that just made you hard with a teasing smile. Her legs were the stuff that fantasies are made for and very sexy.