Charles returned, his massive cock still sticking out, though hanging a bit lower. Kristy's eyes followed it. Then her gaze darted to behind Charles...and she sat straight up with shock."Don't worry, girl. They're just here to watch," Charles said. Three other large black men entered the room. They weren't as nicely dressed as Charles had been earlier, they had on low hung jeans and t-shirts. Two of the men had short tight hair, the third a head full of dreadlocks. The three men moved to. My eyes fall on the dresser at the foot of the bed. I roll to my feet and cross over to it, pulling open the bottom drawer. I smile inwardly as my fingers locate the pile of disks within, leafing through the cryptic titles of the various sex films we have made together. I settle on the night of my birthday, shortly before I was called up. I had been at the apex of my mania: young, drunk and wild, hanging on the arm of my handsome new husband. Eager to provoke controversy I had dressed that. ‘But…’ I removed my hands from my wife’s chest (begrudgingly), and caressed her shoulders. ‘But, I also like your shoulders.’ I kissed the side of her neck. ‘I also like your neck.’ My lips moved upward. ‘I also like your cheeks.’ My fingers toyed with the long strands brushing her shoulders. ‘I definitely like your long, sand-colored hair.’ ‘More than my breasts?’ Anya asked. Even though I could not see her smile, I could practically hear the ends of her lips curling upward. ‘Perhaps,’ I. Each went to work in their own car.Janey didn't see Maureen all day. Rodney was not going to be home with her that night and was probably working too late for her to see him. They both would have been tired to try to meet that late, but Janey felt a certain amount of sexual energy when she got home, even after she'd eaten and fed Duke and walked him all around the neighbourhood, the little park where she talked to some of the older ladies and couples and young students who were out, and back to.