He searched through the salt in his eyes to focus on that bulb again. When they finish all of the Christmas shopping, she is turned in his arms and gi...en a very serious look. ‘Goodness, Clayton. What is it?’ She furrows her brows at him. ‘I was going to wait for Christmas Day to give you this. I’m giving it to you now anyway. So just answer yes or no. I’ll understand either way.’ He tells her simply. She nods for him to go on. Clayton reaches into his pocket and fishes out the ring he’d. " Matt, the last time you asked me if I was available we visited Hoover Dam at 9:30 on a Sunday morning. Steve is still chuckling about that. I don't know if I will ever hear the end of it. What do you have in mind this time? Liberace's Museum?" Touring Hoover Dam at that time of day, I admit, was a bit unusual but you did enjoy your visit to the dam and you had a good time. Maybe it could be called a dam good time. At any rate this time I was thinking that if you could get some time off and. "Okay, put some lube on the vibrator and ease into my ass, slowly and gently." I did what I was instructed and did not miss a slurp of her delicious sweet pussy juice. Bernadette was just as busy gobbling my cock and best of all, deep throating it on every downward stroke of her bobbing head. The vibrator was humming away as I easily slid it into her ass. As we continued our sexual activities, it became more and more surreal. Bernadette was getting higher and higher. She was starting to talk. Perhaps a few of you have forgotten what real intimacy means. The pure connection one human being can have to another. Honestly I was in love with this big black bitch."Do you love me?" I asked her."Of course I do Eddie." She told me."Then that means your not going to fuck anyone else..." I said to her. The laugh she let out was a pure form of humiliation. Then she caressed the thinning hair upon my head. "You are one funny white boy." Janine answered."What does that mean?" I asked."Well do you.