Somewhere in the toy box is a telescope for looking at constellations and stuff." Stuff? Would that include Coach and Mrs. Smith?" queried Heather.Bob...laughed. "No, that would bring Coach Smith's package a bit too close for me. The binoculars work better." Just how many times have you seen them fucking, Bob? Excuse my French, but that's what I saw... fucking, that is." Kim had a directness about her that was charming instead of annoying or gross. Her eyes flashed as she talked and her long dark. He looked like he was asleep. His entire body was silky smooth coffee-with-cream, hairless and perfect. He had a silky smooth uncut eight inches dangling between his spread legs. He looked up at me after a while, my dick out of my pants, jacking off and he smiled. I dropped to my knees and engulfed his soft eight inches, taking him to his surprisingly hairy bush. He moaned and with eyes still closed, said ‘shut the door’.The next five minutes were pure paradise. On my knees, pants down. ”I said, “Good, you better. Now go on and get to work.”When he left I turned my chair around and stared out the window. I knew both of these decisions might change my relationship with Steve. What was that relationship? How would he react to me having sex on screen with a black guy and then my husband too. I decided to talk to him about it and I called him, inviting him over for dinner tonight. I then called Carla and told her of my discussion with Jimmy and my ideas for the plot lines. She. .. and those ears! Long, graceful and definitively pointed, striking a perfect, sensual balance between the familiarly beautiful and the bizarrely erotic.He wasn't sure exactly how to answer. Truthfully, of course! However, that didn't change the simple fact that he had made a tragic mistake. Grasping the camera with a sigh making his decision, Tony proceeded to lift its strap from around his neck. Flashing Miho what could only be called a grim smile as he then handed it to her."Here." He said.