She would moan and mumble so words about my cock and getting fucked. At one point she told me how much she liked white cock. With that I started to fu...k her harder and faster. “Call me your Slut Baby…please” she begged. So I told her what a slut she was for letting me finger her in the movie theatre and for blowing on the way home. She moaned in agreement about her sluttiness. Then I told her what an easy fuck she was and how I wanted to fuck her the first time that I saw her. She moaned louder. . Now, for the rest...Ana:I sat wondering what just happened? I had done nothing wrong. I was not the one who was cheating. How could this happen to her? All that I am guilty of was supporting my friend at a time when I should not have.As I packed my overnight bag my heart was breaking. Never in a thousand nights did this dream come to me that I would be in a situation as hopeless as this. There was no doubt in my mind that the marriage would survive if Matt gave me a chance to explain things.. "Look, boy, my thighs are tan, but, my cunt, my pussy is white. Look, Cully, look." She rolled a bit to the door "My ass is pure white." Girl, take 'er easy." Which do you prefer, Culburn, (cunt) or (pussy), or, (snatch)?" I wasn't about to answer. "You guys are all alike."I leapt at that remark. "Girl, you just told me not 3 days ago that I wasn't like most guys, that I was different. Remember? That I was special and that you loved that about me." Oh, yeah. I do remember that." I saw her brow. “You know, model the aura, but be able to see her body through it.”“I’d like to see that,” I said. “I’ve always wondered what it looks like.”“I think you know, Pen,” Fay said. “Someday you’ll release that part, too.”“Huh?”“It’s in some of your early drawings and paintings. It’s especially obvious in the early paintings of Lady and me. You hadn’t actually seen our nipples or our pussies. Your paintings were explosions of color emanating from our hotspots. I think you were painting what you could.