Then I realised the reason behind his idea.For five minutes, I struggled to get grip of his tight briefs. All the time, my face and mouth was over and...around his cock. I must have rubbed and licked over his cock, balls and his inner thighs like a hundred times before I could get a bit grip on his briefs. But I lost it as I pulled it half off his cock. This time, my nose and mouth were immersed in his pubic hairs as I tried to pull it off him. His bare cock and balls and hair rubbed all over my. Ray grabbed a bottle of Fat Tire out of the fridge and sat himself down on the old couch in the living room. All the furniture in this place had pretty much come from thrift stores and nothing matched. There was no sense in buying anything new since they were planning on just leaving everything here after they were done. Let somebody else figure out what to do with it.Janice joined him, relaxing in one of the mismatched armchairs and nibbling on some Ritz crackers. She had donned a nice. "So you are Denise's mother!" I exclaimed. Without thinking I continued "She sure doesn't get her beauty from strangers."I know it is often claimed that African Americans can't blush, but Layla's nougat complexion got distinctly redder. "You and your Dad are chips off the same block, aren't you?" she laughed out loud. "But yes, I am Denise's mother and it has been mentioned once or twice that we look very much alike while Denise's little brother Bobby is the spitting image of their late Dad.". If she had thought her troubles to have been over when she was finally released - how wrong can you get!This second outing was a much longer one than the first and after five hours, Katie was barely able to keep the cart moving at all and even the furious application of two whips could not get her to speed up. The last time they came to the long and steep hill, she was out on her feet half the way up and would never know how she got her gross burden to the very top. The ceaseless lashing to her.