Seems we all shared an unspoken common interest, and that was to just go out, have a good time and, if the evening went well, maybe we'd end it with a...fun tumble in the hay and breakfast the next morning.But, while the fancy-free life style had some appeal, I found myself thinking about something more permanent as my thirtieth birthday came and went. If I was going to have kids, I wanted them to be a little closer to my age than a grandchild would be. More and more, I would catch myself. Once in, the going was much faster and it was only a few more thrusts before her nose was firmly planted in his pubic hair and his heavy balls rested on her chin. He held her firm for a minute and they both fought to keep her from pulling off. Once she caught her breath through her nose he started to slowly fuck her mouth. Kate had never had so much cock invade her throat before and the feeling was intense. As Malcolm sawed his thick rod in and out of her mouth, nearly hitting bottom with every. We should hit the old mall at the other end of the citysometime. They do have some good stores," Sharon replied."Sounds good to me. Now, I know we had planned for at least five hoursand we have some time to kill. Would you mind coming back with me? Youcan meet with Mark and we could spend some quality time together,"Cynthia asked."Sure. Let's go!" Sharon exclaimed.* * *Mark, when dressed up, liked to call himself Mary. His feminine alter-ego. Mary had promised Cynthia that she would take care. Behind that look as all the mojo of her great-grandmother, who, as a twelve-year-old slave girl, had been sold for $250. After the Civil War I bet she'd danced on her masters' graves."There's nothing you could have done, and it was not your fault!" But I should ha..." Not your fault," she insisted, squeezing my face. "You must understand that it is not your fault! They planned it. They knew exactly what they were doing. There's nothing you could have done to stop them. If they hadn't done it.