“Wow, I had no idea. You naughty girl. Was she the only girl you ever made love to”?“Changing the subject Emma, I don’t suppose you have a spa...e pair of tights you could lend me; I laddered mine when I put them on this morning”. She raised the hem of her skirt to reveal a long ladder running down the inside of her leg from the edge of her panties to the knee.“No I’m sorry, I don’t often wear tights, I think it’s all a bit sweaty and unhygienic to have my crutch constricted so much. In fact I. The woman struggled to the flat road, or what was left of the road, and lay down beside her husband."Make it stop, make it stop," she moaned, as though the man she had just insulted and whom she detested could, or, had she thought a little, would, stop the storm.At that moment, although the rain slackened a bit, the scene seemed to darken even more. Through the darkness came a gleam of light, a strong beam which played over the three soaked travelers."Hoo, dawggie! Yo're in raht bayad shape,. YOU, motherfucker. YOU. I'm fucking YOUR WIFE! The justice inherent in that was the sweetest thing Willis had ever tasted.Fucking Megan and her mom wasn't (inherently, or entirely) some sort of revenge thing for Willis. It was primarily because they were genuinely beautiful and very sexy women; and yes, the fact that they were white made it all the better, all the sweeter and more enjoyable (the 'forbidden fruit' effect), but their 'race' was only a part of it for him. In fact, with Megan,. "Oh, I'm really getting close, Mel. It feels so good, really good," my son gasped as he had such raw, wonderful and passionate sex with such a stunning, young enchantress. Her sensual foreplay with my son will be etched into my memory forever.They just looked so spectacular there joined together by my son's cock, coupled in passion and lust, they were beautiful, just gorgeous, so happily immersed in such hunger for one another."Mmm, let's slow down some, make it last, I want it to be perfect,.