”“Not all of them, Kori, I hope,” Margaret laughed as she hugged the older man and said her hello’s.“Hi, Mr. Muller good to see you again,�... Bobby Joe said as he shook his hand.“Yes, Momma, I showed him your pictures too. Mr. Muller likes your fat pussy lips.”“Kori, you shouldn’t do that I am embarrassed now.”“Very nice Ms. Margaret very nice indeed.”“Well thank you, Mr. Muller.”“Bobby Joe come back here and let me show you the other prints I have developed and Momma can show the rest of these. Laura kissed the tears on Jonelle's cheeks, kissed her eyes, then her neck, her ears, her hair. Jonelle kissed back, with growing passion.But Laura made no move to undress her. It was like being back at the beginning, not knowing how far to go. Jonelle was the one who broke the ice."Is it adultery if I go to bed with you?" she asked, blinking away her tears."Probably," Laura said. "Do you want to?" Yes. Oh yes. I dream of you, Laura. I remember us together, and I..." Yes?" I came once.. I always loved the color contrast when I was with a black woman. I pulled her blouse and bra over her head and tossed them on the bed. Her huge brown titties hung down on her chest. I pulled her face back to my cock. "OK, let's start with that blowjob." That is when she almost instantaneously changed. "No, no, I can't do this. I've never been fucked by a white man. Let me up. I've gotta go. I can't do this."I was too far along to stop. I pushed her back on the bed and with one hand I. There was sufficient light to see, though it seemed to be coming from inside the walls themselves, a pulsating ever-moving sequence. In fact, the whole room seemed to be pulsating slightly.Ah crap, she thought, I’m inside it. I’m in its stomach.She looked around, trying to work out where she’d come in; there must be some sort of entrance hole somewhere, but the surface seemed unbroken. Perhaps it had closed up once she’d been ingested, which would make escape even more problematic.As she began.