” I say, and walk to you. “And you are the man in mine. The dreams that you have are the way for us to break the curse. We must have sex with othe...s to find our sense of satisfaction. If we find it, we cannot be together. If by midnight, we have not found it, we find each other. And we make love. Deep and passionate with every fiber of our being. If we have found our satisfaction in each other, you must ask me to marry you by dawn. For at dawn, if your love for me has returned, we must marry to. You glare and squirm, squirm and glare, and he smiles again, sitting on the bedside, offering you some water. You grunt at him. You begin to wonder whether he will actually go through with this as your grimace in pain. He runs his hands lovingly over your body, circling your nipples. God that feels good. No, you won't give up your resolve. His hands explore the skin of your tummy, gently brushing the hair over you pussy, and then squeezing your thighs. It feels so nice but you are quite. Turning back to Joe, I rose up and moved over to him and Laila, "Well hubby" I began "Did you like watching me suck and fuck a black man?" I asked him. When he didn't answer I sent a hard slap across his face even as Laila held onto his hair. "You fuckin' bastard" I then went on "Did you love watching me suck and fuck a black man?' I tried again, this time with another hard slap to his face. "Yes dear" Joe mumbled out. Looking at Laila, "Pull the fuckin' bastard up" I said sternly to her and. She was just simply sitting there.I then pressed her boob hardly this time. She gave a slight moan. Now I was in my senses. I felt it was a dream come true. It was now or never. What if she suddenly changed her mind? I had to get the most of it right there, right then.I started massaging her boob over her shirt. I started using my other hand also. I was massaging each of her boobs with my hands over her shirt. My bunty started rising again. I had a very strong hard-on. But I was more concerned.