Infact, he said he has done this before for white guys wanting to see their wife or girl friend being fucked by a black man. He laughed as he told me;...this would be a mistake he would regret. Randy told me Jim does not know what he is getting into. Somehow I knew Randy was telling the truth. I decided right there, that it was the time to try fucking a black man and told Randy so. I asked him where we should do this, and Randy suggested we do it in my own bed.I was somewhat taken back but this. ” “Really. Shit! OK. Midnight, got it.” “Good, well I’d love to chat but naughty spells don’t make themselves!” Ashleigh the fairy disappeared whence she came and left Cinderella, feeling rather bemused. That night she said nothing of the strange appearance of her fairy sister, choosing to play her cards close to her chest. She was particularly assiduous with her duties and her cousins were impressed, unaware of Cindy’s plans. She continued to bide her time the next day until the hour. She knew any man would find her attractive.Any man but her husband. Don just didn't seem to be interested in sex any more. Vicky knew she was going to have to work extra hard to get him turned on tonight.She paraded back and forth in front of the mirror, sticking out her tits and wiggling her ass. The little brunette wished she could be as tall and busty and seductive as Shelly, but she also knew she was no dog.Well, the outfit would just have to do, because Don was going to get home at any. It winked at him.The brown, wrinkled anus of his mother was winking at him as if inviting him to give it a try.Suddenly he knew that he did not just want to fuck it; to stick his cock in it and screw his mother in the butt.No, his increased interested in it told him he needed to know more about it. He needed to feel it with his fingers, he needed to smell it, maybe even taste it. The idea of fusing his lips to his mother’s most intimate hole sent a thunderous shiver down his body, as if struck.