I was pleased to see, when I left the station at the other end, that the black girls were still very much in evidence but sadly I had no time to ogle ...hem. I had to rush to the client's office, which fortunately was only a few minutes' walk away.When I left, however, it was another story. I had checked the timetables and knew I had twenty minutes before the next train back to central London. My intention was to catch that train and go straight home where I knew Kylie would be happy to welcome. I touched the tip of my tongue to hers. Shemoaned.“Oh, Vince. Please. Just this once. Make love to me.”“It’ll be easier without the clothes,” I said,laughing. She was naked and under the covers inseconds.I started with her lips, kissing my way down her body.Her nipples, dark red and board hard, tasted likenothing I’d ever tasted before. I couldn’t rememberthe last time I’d had a woman in bed. I don’t know howshe was enjoying this, but I was. Believe me, this is nothing compared to what was growing down there on her. I mean before she used The Muff Mower, I didn't even know what her kneecaps looked like.Now it took a lot of experimenting, but eventually I was able to come up with a design that was both safe and easy to use. The key word here is safe. That wasn't the case with the earlier design. Just ask poor Prancer. But anyway, thanks for the letter Julie. Our next letter comes from Claire who lives in Oklahoma, who also writes. I’m not stopping you,” I cried out at the first thrust of his cock.That huge thing only went a fourth of the way into me, but I could feel it stretching my horny red haired snatch widely. My son’s cock felt like a baseball bat inside me. I continued to cry out, clinging to him, digging my fingernails deep into his shoulders as he shoved that monster into me.For a moment, my son paused to ask me if he was hurting me. I told him that there was a small amount of pain because he was so big, but I.