I began to blow warm air against her petals and running the flat of my tongue over her, making sure I got a good taste of girl cum. Had she let me, I ...ould have lapped her clean. That was not to be, however. Instead, Jenny had that honor, and once again my kitteny jealousy found it’s way into my heart. Not that I dared say anything, but the glare I gave her, one unnoticed by all, was evidence of my displeasure. Kay was mine, after all. My owner, my lover, my human! Fortunately it passed. You better sleep it off in your room.”Steele patted Jake’s shoulder and stood up on wobbly legs. “I’m going to like it here.”He waved and started toward the entrance to the lobby. He stopped and looked around. Confused. Then he turned and staggered toward the street entrance, bumping into a chair, grabbing it so as not to fall, continuing to the door.Once outside and away from the bar’s window, Steele walked normally toward his room. He looked over his shoulder a few times to make sure no one. It was for me, these stories fed and burnished my adolescent wife-sharing fantasies. And I know I wasn’t the only boy with these thoughts, because if you care to do the research, you’ll find it’s up there in the top ten of male fantasies. And for some reason, the adolescent me got particularly excited about the stories featuring white wives with well-endowed black men. Maybe this was something to do with the way black athletes and sportsmen were rising to dominance in several sports. After all,. Once he finished with my boobs he asked me to lay on my stomach and he then massaged cream into my back, neck and shoulders. I gave off soft moans as I enjoyed the massage he was giving me. He then creamed the back of my legs and finally my bum. As he massaged cream into my bum he said fuck I'm horny now and it sucks that you on your period. I said I know it really does suck. He then asked me if he could place his cock between my bum cheeks and thrusted as if he is having sex with me. I was a.