I never mentioned my fetish to the next few girlfriends I had after high school; I didn’t dare.Then I met June. I was twenty and she was eighteen, j...st out of high school. Every day I went into the candy shop where she worked, just to look at her. She was slim, fairly tall at 5’8”, with brown eyes and a sweet smile in a beautiful face. One day, she asked me why I came into the shop every day. I couldn’t come up with an answer so, after a moment’s fruitless thought, I said, “To look at you.”She. ---In those four and a half months, we accomplished a lot. More than half of the original population of Lancaster now had stone homes with slate roofs. The underground cold room was nearly complete and would be filled with blocks of ice this next winter. Grain silos made of stone were sprouting up just outside the manor walls, and there was a steady stream of wagon traffic entering and exiting the city.Kent surprised me yet again. Evidently, my mother and Grace Neale had become good friends and. I watch as Mark's dark shaft disappears into her moist fleshy folds of pussy meat. As he pulls out each time, I am excited to see how her pussy juice has begun to shine on his dark thin shaft. Seeing the contrast between his dark black shaft compared to the pale bare white skin above her slit, is too much for me. I end up shooting my load right then. I have been hard and my balls ache and that did me in. Thank god that's over. Now my body can relax.Her thick pussy lips just envelope Mark's cock. “Good afternoon. Please come in. It’s a bit cold outside.”Her black boots tapped the wooden floor as she came inside. Closing the door again, I heard say “I have come to pay you a visit again and ask you about my child.”“Your child?”“Yes, I have never really spoken with you about his training in football.”“Oh right. Please do come in.” I ushered her to the couch in the living room.“Is that my basket in your hand?” She pointed out as we walked.I turned toward her with a smile. “I was actually.