After going on a holiday with his best friend Michael and his family, Paul was due back home on this sunny Friday morning. For a week her boy had gone...and she couldn't wait to wrap her arms around him.They had not talked about her night with Darren, as he left just one day after the incident. The time when they looked into each others eyes and came at the same time, all the while she was getting roughly pounded by her lover.The four wheel drive pulled up in the driveway and dropped off Paul as. He hated Baron Terence even more than he hated your father and despised Beatrice.”“He did, however, respect your father as he had at least stood up to him and he had never asked him for a cent. So he left his fortune to you, but you were not to receive his wealth or lands while your mother lived. He was a hard man.”Willow sat there quietly taking it all in. “What happens if I don’t want it?” she finally asked.“It goes to Beatrice. They have already tried to claim that because your grandfather. Then she did something which made me raise my eyebrow.Standing behind me, with both hands she held and aimed my cock as if it were hers and she was peeing, this is something my wife enjoys doing and to date I have never met any other woman who had done so. “... hmmm just how much of our love life has my wife discussed with her sister?” I wondered. “So you have come back!” I stated rhetorically. “I have been dreaming of your thick black cock!” She had never dated a black man or even been. He screamed louder this time. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was again moaning with excitement. The cruel wench laughed with delight, stepped off the stool, and stropped the whip on his hard cock while staring into his eyes. Her fingers ventured to her love button, and she watched the tears.