Shanika stood, waiting for the next potential buyer.After a minute or two a couple approached. It was Debbie fromMr. Richards office and a young whit... man she hadn't seen before."This nigger's hot, Bobby," said Debbie. "She came out of UncleCarl's office yesterday all hot and bothered. I mean I could smellher pussy from across the room. I know he doesn't fuck the niggerswhen he interviews 'em, so she must have just been gettin' offprancin' around naked for him." No shit!" Bobby replied to. "I didn't wait for an answer... gently, not disturbing the beautiful moment, I slid down his belly, til I reached his magic pole, letting his penis provocativly run in the crack of my womanhood. He started stabbing me with his love-tool, jerking his hips upwards to meet my vagina, but I was prepared for this. I continued down his legs... moving as easy and gingerly as mist, facing him, looking him in his eyes, leaning forward, thus letting my big breasts hang loosly, dingling and swaying in. The tight core of her sex throbbed and ached with a delicious feeling that she needed to be filled and rubbed there. As if he sensed her need, Jay moved his hands further down her body, till they found their home at the v junction which was her most fundamental core. Her body tingled and twitched as his hands slid very slowly, with a soft determined movement to her most secret place. Without parting her, his fingers applied their feather touch to her silken curls, stroking the hair, and her. — Eric was in bed before Megan. She walked into the bathroom. Sure enough, he had left his toothbrush on the counter. The toothpaste tube had the cap off, and was sitting next to it. His clothes had been thrown at, rather than into, the laundry basket, and he wasn’t a great shot. Eric’s shoes were in the middle of the bathroom floor. Goddammit, he wasn’t even trying. Megan felt the familiar frustration building up insider her. She cleaned up the mess, and put his clothes where they belonged..