..again.Mel opened the door to his knock and smiled at his curtsey and goodmorning greeting. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied as she stood backout ...f the way so he could enter. She waited while he dropped hisdiaper bag and purse in their usual place under the table by the doorand then she took the plastic bag full of empty bottles from him. As hestood there, she looked him over carefully. He looked... fine. But... butthere was just something different today. Something a bit... duller. . .don'ts yo bitch?.don't yo..yo fuckin? white ho??..?? Ohhhh?god?yessssss?yesssss?.,? a reluctant yet fully participating white Grace moaned lustfully as she felt the building of a massive climax like none she'd ever had before. All she knew was that she wanted this young teenage nigger to keep fucking her. Never had her husband been able to take her to such heights sexually; never had she every experienced such pleasure before. Faster and faster Jasons's thrusts became as he felt his. But familiarity also spurred movement. My hands tracing those areas that I knew would draw small gasps, tiny groans, half-smiles. Desire led the encounter. Forcing the body to act without thought, without plan, without concern for cause and effect. Desire held the reins and encouraged the full gallop. Our lips met, tentative only in the shared need to prolong the first kiss of the evening marking time in breath and heartbeats. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer, more tightly to him. I felt cool breaths as lips touched my vagina and began suckling. Slow.gentle. Aunt Kim was Nibbling my curls. Sliding her fingers in my curls twisting. “ soft” she whispered. As her finger twisted higher and higher.deeper and long.” Good girl” I heard. As she released and returned. Her finger deeper high up my wall pressing down hard. Rough.her hands like fire cupped my vagina pulling down hard. A ghost like air entered the room as her lips kissed my vagina fingering mr softly. Nibbling my.