Mark felt the tingling sensation as his cock grew just a bit more, making Shanda cum even harder as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix. A...ter that, it only took a few strokes before Mark began squirting his cum deep into the ebony beauty.As their orgasms subsided and Mark extracted his cock, a flood of cum flowed out of her pussy and down the drain.They cleaned themselves up and exited the shower, as Annabelle guided Shanda back into a lounge chair and proceeded to use her tongue. It was barely noon now, and the prospect of simply sitting in front of the TV screen for the remainder of the afternoon had no appeal at all for her. Too, there was the fact that she had already bought all of the preparations for the Creole--fresh, deveined shrimp and green peppers and garlic and paprika and stewed tomatoes...Well, she might as well make it now. But there would be none of the Chablis with it, and no candlelight or soft music. It would just be a dinner, like all other dinners.. You made me realize that I had been selfishly wallowing in my own grief and not paying any attention to you and your needs, while you were doing just the opposite, being the rock in our family, not thinking of yourself, but instead loving me, and thinking only of me, and how to make me happy. I was so ashamed of myself, and I vowed then that all of that would change. Dad is gone, and nothing will ever change that. We will always love him, miss him, and hold him in a special place in our hearts. Shivers raged while I rinsed out the suds. Twisting the handle the water stopped just as I went numb. The green towel canvassed my quaking form in a second and I rubbed up and down. Much better. I let out a sigh. Vela slammed open the door. ‘What the hell are you doing? The movie starts in half an hour!’ ‘Don’t you knock?’ I stammered. ‘It is not as though I haven’t seen every inch of you already. What is the point in being embarrassed now? Cutting diamonds I see. Did your hot water break.