‘Chocolat? I know your favorite!’ I said, guiding her to the kitchen bar. Her eyes popped open ‘Jim, you’re kidding me! You did this for me? ...ook at this, it’s awesome!’ A fondue pot full of a mixture of milk chocolate, white chocolate and brandy was simmering. A large serving tray was prepared with neatly sliced mandarin oranges, marshmellows, brownies, buttercake, bananas and strawberries. The fondue forks awaited. ‘Thank you, I’m so hungry, I haven’t eaten in hours…’ Gwen said while. The feeling of being loved filled her belly and her being, but along with that she could feel a fire, a need, an itch, a wave of passion and excitement that had been so very missing, but now was beginning to pick her up like a rag doll caught in the waves at the beach, pulling her in and then pulling her out, with great speed and strength.“I think that’s enough, sweetie, too much and she won’t sleep for a week, and neither will we!” she heard Beverly say. The nipple went away and she lost her. As if guided by an invisible hand, the dog took another step forward so that his mistress could lie back and take him in her mouth.Stacy felt the dog respond to her and was thrilled at the way they seemed to know what each other wanted. There seemed to a connection between them, a connection that she and her husband seemed to have lacked over the last few months, and Stacy felt, in a perverse way, a sense of belonging. Her dog's cock was slimy and ugly, and his cum tasted warm and salty, but. Because I was and am bisexual, I still had girls over but now that Charles had busted my cherry he felt he had something over me (which he did) and would come over whenever he felt the need to get a piece of white boy ass. Sometimes he would come over even when I had company and made it quite obvious that I was his submissive white boy, by coming over and being very domineering and occasionally even slapping my ass in front of other people. Luckily or unluckily after our first fuck session he.