Smock what I see through that window right now.Ms. Smock is on her knees, doing her best to fit Mr. Greenwood’s sizable black cock into her mouth. M...stly she’s licking it and rubbing the spit down his shaft with her hands because that thing is not going down anybody’s throat.In fact, I say as much to Mr. Bear.“No way that cock is going down her throat.”“Sure it can.”“Bet me.”“You’re on.”“Good, I win, I get ice cream. You win, I’ll give you a blowjob.”“Deal,” says Mr. Bear.Then, through the. In a way I needn't have worried. He was now childlike in intelligence. The memories were still there but were not being accessed by Yossup. The trainee was not like Hondilas and was an evil man struggling to get higher in a corrupt society. On impulse I called for one of our amulets and cast the spell to gather all of his memories.The former personality was completely absent. When the process was done I manufactured a new personality from scratch and used the better fragments of memory form. Ana was having all their attention…I finally invited some of these black guys up to our room for drinks.Once there, Anita went into shower first and later she fixed some drinks for the guys, moving around them in her robe, flirting with these black guys.When all of them had showered, Ana complained that she had got too much sun and so she needed some lotion. All the men quickly started begging her to let them be the one to rub the lotion on her, but she insisted that I would do it. I started. My furry red muff glistened as I succumbed to a small orgasm. I was breathless, but still able to keep my focus watching DJ and his girlfriend. I could feel more and more juices dribbling down the inside of my thighs.Emma giggled as she dismounted my husband and slid down to the floor. The smiling little blonde took a few steps over toward me while making fun of my hairy pussy and kinky voyeur habit.”Look at that hairy pussy” she said, looking back at my husband who was still trying to catch.