Why don't you come on by here, Sam? I don't feel comfortable talking to you in riddles. Anyhow, you can get a brain tumor from them damned phones. Whe...e are you?" I'm on my way back to town from talking to witnesses near the scene. You sure it's O.K., I come by there?" 'Course it's O.K. We'll make you up some coffee." Butler? 'You mind, heating me up some leftovers? Anything. I just realized I haven't remembered to eat all day, and now I'm feeling it." Mary Anne will microwave you some. She was a native of a much dryer world and had skin similar to a Polynesian. Not all women were born into slavery the same way. The children around me were but had some idea of a normal family setting. Monja and her parents were slaves but to some nomadic tribesmen. Their living conditions were always tenuous but some did have dolls even if it were tufts of grass tied with other grass stems. She remembered her own grass infant along with her mother before she was sold to someone that allowed. “You,re All Woman!” “Suck my titties! See how good they taste?” She held her right breast between her palms to proffer itbto his lips so he could kiss and suckle at it like a babe. As he feasted she gently fingered her wet pussy letting her hot juices trickle down her probing fingers as I stripped and began to wank my stiff prick. Sarah now helped Bill out of his clothes. “Your wife thinks your Cock isn,t Big enough! What Does She Want? Monster Dicks?” “This is plenty cock for me.” To prove it. I quickly washed myhands and passed her by as she then closed the door behind me. Nobody wasin the living room but me, so I sat down, very aware of the soft feelingthat was caressing me inside my jeans, and very thankful for lucky timing.Wow. I could have been really screwed if she had walked in just one minuteearlier. I would have been standing there in just the panties, andprobably no amount of explaining would have recovered the growingrelationship we had. Thank god my pants were back on,.