"From just above my knee all the way up," she said as a tear came down her cheek. I placed both my hands on her left thigh and started to message he... muscles. She leaned back on her elbows. After about 2 minutes I asked her if I was getting the right spot. She told me it was working, but she needed me to go higher. I joked and told her any high might be inappropriate. She barked at me and stated it would not inappropriate if she told me to go higher and she was still in a lot of pain. I spun. “Yes. She still hasn’t forgiven me for that dress.” I giggled, and Nate grinned. “I don’t think she’ll be keen on it, but I’m sure you can convince her.”I frowned. “Keen on what?”Nathaniel replied, “Well, given Esmerelle’s illegal activities, and what you told me about her and the others forming a conspiracy to take over the Arling, I’ve been assuming I’ll need to replace her as Bann sooner rather than later. I’ve spoken to Fergus, and he agrees. I’ve been searching through my father’s papers. I continued pumping her while looking at her new tattoo. This idea of my wife fucking a big black cock in front of me had spiraled out of control. I pumped her pussy faster, feeling Jamal’s nigger seed inside my wife and making her pussy slippery, leaking out and dripping down my own balls. She was stretched out from his huge dick and she was not tight at all. Ana looked over her right shoulder at me. “What’s the matter, honey?” “You don’t like my new tattoo?” “Did Jamal’s dick stretch me out. I kind of knew what “walk home” meant. I was a teenager who was excited and exploring new feelings, especially after spending the first twelve years of my life growing up on a religious compound, but I was still nervous of course. I also knew that this park was the best known make out spot in town. He was looking at me intently, his handsome face flushed. “I think they are you know...” he said before pausing. “She’s probably giving him a blowjob.” Now it was time for my face to turn red. I.